The continuation of one of my first parts of the poem. They said it was too long....anyways...this is suppost to be against anti- racism and hate. So how bad is the story?

What I have just told you is the truth,
no one can be judged.
The masks we wear is just an annoyance,
creating mischief and havoc.
But we must not opines a person,
because they are all similar to each other.

I love this part, like what i've said in the first part, i agree with you, we are strangers here, we won't know who you are if ever we will meet.

Nice poem, man, you are very talented.