It’s the story of the Deep South

And, the drawl of those golden voices,

Of those who were black and so, colorless

And, also with no choices.

The roars of the Mississippi

And, many an Old Man River,

Seeking the mirage of Eternity

From the only Merciful ‘Giver’.

How does it matter if I’m Brown and you Yellow

And, why must we all be white,

We do the same things, make the same mistakes

Knowing, fully, what’s wrong and what’s right.

We know the three R’s well

And we can all read and write,

None so Blind as won’t see

Of Reason, we easily lose sight.

God is one and He knows best

Why He made the coloured and the colourless,

Blank pieces of paper, we know, are white

Needing a scribble and sensible, not artful, finesse.

One People and One World, how nice

If only it were really true,

Not mutterings under the breath

No colours, just ordinary shades and hue.

East is East and West is West

And, the twain shall never meet,

Truer, today, than when Kipling wrote this

Sadly, it’s a New Year that we now greet

But, with Hope in the heart fully alive

That good sense will some day prevail,

Aided, perhaps, by an “Almighty” thrust

Else, buried we shall be ‘neath snow and hail.

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