Friday, November 11, 2016

White People

You
who paint the world red to explain the blood on your hands
You
who call the earth flat to maintain the ground where you stand
You
who walk in the sun to proclaim that it never can rain

You
drinking deep cuz there’s always enough
You
humming tunes declare crying to rough
You
gripping chains insist slavery is through

You
holding life
now what will you do

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