Color of Pain

by Dorothy M. Davis

I've questioned GOD from time to time,

about the hatred that lurks in our hearts and minds.

How it destroys the very fabric of the souls that yield,

and provides a false hope to those it pretends to shield.

Like a birth rite that only falls on those of the lighter hew,

It rejects those termed `minority,' in favor of the chosen few,

Who if asked whether "_prejudiced?' will vehemently say "No,"

And being convinced of this claim, on their merry way go,

Satisfied that the very real problem that is amidst,

Is simply exaggerated, if at all it exists,

Driving those on the receiving end to become anguished, even insane,

As victims of the invisible color of pain.

Color of Pain by Dorothy M. Davis

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