Technicolor

 

The senses are gift,

They're a privilege.

Without them the world would be lost.

To misuse and abuse this God-given power,

I shudder to think of the cost.

 

But the sense that's become the most harmful,

Not the ears or the nose in disguise.

It is not our touch that hurts the most.

It is not our mouth but our eyes.

 

Most animals see in black and white.

Of color their sight is devoid.

But we have the power to see what's beyond.

How we use it makes me annoyed.

 

We've turned our eyes into a weapon.

More powerful even than fire,

W use our eyes to judge our peers.

This situation is dire.

 

We do not use our eyes to view

the world where we reside.

It's clear to me that we don't see

What happens when we deride.

 

This is not the world that God

Had worked so hard to make,

And we all know how easy

Emotions are to break.

 

I look around and all I see

Are people in your face.

They do not see the people hurt

By jokes about their race.

 

I'm sick of us treating others

Solely based upon their kin.

I'm sick and tired of others only

Looking at the skin.

 

Every day it's all I hear,

"Ghetto, black, and white"

Like nails on a chalkboard

Or screeches in the night.

 

There must be something I can do

To end this optic war.

But when I turn to look around,

It happens even more.

 

It would not help to blindfold us

Or stick us in a hole.

All we need to do is

Try and learn some self-control.

 

It is not supposed to be this way,

The bible can attest.

By far it is the greatest

Tail of racism at its best.

 

I really do not understand

How church can be so uncouth.

Is it really that important

we believe the same as you?

 

I was taught that Jesus was nailed to the cross

For what he had to say.

Are we doomed to end this war

In this barbaric way?

 

W didn't learn our lesson

With the death of M.L.K?

We stubborn human beings

have to have it all our way.

 

Is there nothing I can do

To end this wretched fight?

Those of us being targeted

May not last through the night.

 

We're so caught up in calling names

We're missing all the fun.

We're here for reasons we don't know,

But hate-crimes can't be one.

 

You could spend your whole life

Engulfed in misery and hate.

Or you could help us make things right

And help us turn a page.