We paint evil black and goodness white
Black money, black sheep, black mail.
Just a colour – so much blight!
Through the millennia, across the world, this logic prevails
Our language colour-coded, just like our thoughts!
The colour of the skin speaks to us,
Not the heart, nor the eyes, least the soul.
We only see what’s most superfluous
Our minds are closed, our choices made;
Unaware that our judgement has totally misled us.
Why is it so easy to dismiss another,
And to think we’re better than the rest?
The colour of my skin decides my fate,
my race determines my worth, all else fails the test.
Were we born to slight each other thus?
And never think beyond our nest.
How about we raise the bar of our conscience
To confront our own demons, and accept our share of the blame?
Think before uttering an unfair word, discard mindless prejudice;
Refuse to be silent spectators playing along with the game.
Instead, put ourselves in others’ shoes, learn to feel their pain.
‘Cos underneath the sun tan, we’re really all the same!