Less than human

Somebody will always think

That you are less than human.

Because your tone is India ink

Or you didn’t support Truman.

Europeans thought so landing in the west,

Them on it once more kidnapping peoples:

“The natives died, our great God put them to the test!

Whip them low and high, and lift up the steeples!”

It seems we need a reason

In order to think so

God never out of season

How about no?

How about, if we think

Someone else is lesser,

Stopping on the very brink,

Not becoming the oppressor.

How about we listen

To what our conscience sings,

Instead of the lack of christen’

Or the allure of the “ka-ching!”s.?


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