Racism

We see things in colour

white is pure

black is adulterated

this is for sure

at least that’s what he says...

 

We see things in colour

red is danger

you bleed, you’re dead

Ah! game changer

 

We see things in colour

and red is danger

pause...things get stranger 

Red is love, red is passion and red is desire

Damn! we are playing with fire

 

We see things in colour

but back to the basics...

Bad is black

good is white

 

We see things in colour

but man is black

and man is white

is man good and bad?

or black man bad?

white man good?

 

We see things in colour

such scholars we are

but our vision is blurred

making colour chaotic

and man neurotic.

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This poem is about: 
Our world

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