Songs of the Darker Children

[Note: This was a shape poem. It was the shape of a music note. But I can't show it on Mibba. Sorry guys. The poem is more important than the shape anyway]

Sing me that song that the children sing when
They’re happy because they’re naïve to the cold world.
Where they’re judged by the color of their skin
And isolated because of a different theme of the song.
Because of the different theme of their life
And feel the hatred for their kind.
And they cry because they have no control.

I’d hate to see that day when they no longer sing
Those songs of joy.
So I want them to sing that song until love unfolds.