There are two types of people...

Mia - 16th April 2010 -

When I was five;
Small and rather stupid;

My father taught me something,
A principle in which I kept doing,
And which I never tried breaking,
Until it gave impact in my thinking.

He first told me;
Syllabus that I'd never learn anywhere;

Humans are all the same, together,
It doesn't matter what religion alter,
Or what the culture lead us to it's bearer,
We're still living with the same red blood, later.

Many people showed an acting;
As I began to grow mature and better;

That it's the illness and the sickness which effect,
The life's of many to fight and affect,
That it's also the status and positions which define,
Why people are rude to each other in line.

When I went for a trip to wander the world;
My eyes saw everything and my mind was opened;

People these days are too choosy and education-less,
They care too much about the difference in skins, races and religions,
When they don't think about the poor and the loveless,
They are too blind to see the inner beauty and fall for the fake fashions.

So one day I realized;
With a damn, late thought passing in my mind;

My father's principle was right all along,
And his words rhyme in my heart like a song,

'Son, remember this in the future, will you?'
'Remember what is it, father?'
'That there are only two types of people that differentiate us.'
'And what will that be?'
'There are good people. And the bad people. Only'

Today, I thought about him and looked up to the sun,
Tonight, I wished upon the stars so they'd tell him I've won.