Little Children,
Seeds of bias planted,
Learning that different is not good,
That those people are inferior,
That they cannot be trusted.

Seeds that germinate,
That multiply,
That if not counteracted,
Expand exponentially,
And consume the carrier.

Permitted to evolve unchecked,
The seeds become plants of hate,
Coming to fruition,
Enveloping the individual,
Clouding the truth,
Affecting a lifetime.

The winds of hate,
Fanned by the dealers of propaganda,
By the voices of division,
By the cuts of self-declared supremacy.

Sadly prejudice binds,
Negates the ability to appreciate diversity,
To see the wonders of all humans,
Not just those like you.

The words of Ben Baum.

R: Let the nations praise You, O God.

God, show kindness and bless us,
and make Your face smile on us!
For then the earth will acknowledge Your ways
and all the nations will know of Your power to save.

R: Let the nations praise You, O God.

Let the nations shout and sing for joy,
since You dispense true justice to the world;
You dispense strict justice to the peoples,
on earth You rule the nations.

R: Let the nations praise You, O God.

Let the nations praise You, O God,
let all the nations praise You!
May God bless us,
and let God be feared to the very ends of the earth.

R: Let the nations praise You, O God.