Color
Mourning fills this heart
when hatred rears a head
of ugliness.
What race is not vulnerable
to those who see only color?
Which pigment is purity,
which is evil?
We are the same
in muscle,
blood
and bone.
Blended hues on a tapestry
when hatred rears a head
of ugliness.
What race is not vulnerable
to those who see only color?
which is evil?
We are the same
in muscle,
blood
and bone.
Blended hues on a tapestry
of love.
Mourning is a
new way
of life.
The vile taste
of every word spoken
with weapons of hatred.
My color is
your color,
red,
blue,
black
white
or brown.
His color is
our color,
and with His head bowed
from the cross
He mourns
for a broken world.
of life.
The vile taste
of every word spoken
with weapons of hatred.
red,
blue,
black
white
or brown.
and with His head bowed
from the cross
He mourns
for a broken world.
copyright 2021 - Donald P James Jr
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