What Races, Horse Races?

I see the different races,
But I don't really care,
The color of the skin,
Not really my affair.

I see the different races,
And never do I stare,
I hate the mental braces,
That we all know are there,

For me there are two races,
The Good and then the Bad,
There are good Human Beings,
Then others that abuse,
The Bad harm all our Races,
And don't do us much good.

We're all brothers and sisters,
It's written in the books,
It's better to be noble,
Than just a bunch of crooks.

poem by Sandra Feldman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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