To: The Living Dead

If color is not an issue
Why does it create fissures?
Cracks & crevices in the system
That engulf the souls of our youths
With a spin & a twist….we’re on the news
Poor & uneducated….misguided as a rule
Spouting attitude & creating fear
Throw the book at them…….who’ll shed a tear?

If color is not an issue
Why are riches abound under Nubian feet
Where babies are dying …they have nothing to eat
The norm or the rule & world turn it’s head
Genocide & ethnic cleansing
No sanctions….nothing said
No one comes to the rescue
Frail structures like the living dead
If color is not an issue
For humanity sakes….the world over
Why aren’t darker people fed?

If color is not an issue
No pity…….that’s the deal
No wealth or moral high ground
Only God can heal
The hatred in humanity
Sensitivity grows duller & duller
It’s not a matter of inferiority
It’s only an issue of color!