Sharing poem written by my son Cliff
The increased darkness of skin
akin to sin
We can judge a man
Beat a man
Kill a man
As long as he is justifiably dark enough to warrant such hatred
Words of hate
can freely exit the mouths of a lighter shade
and incite similar feelings
if we continue to turn a blind eye
And continue our history of blind hatred
How can we live in the land of the free
Under the pretense of innocent until proven guilty
And watch men and women killed in plain sight
Because of the darkness of skin?
Our politicians speak without conscience
Our police act without consequence
Racial division in our everyday consciousness
And we are to pretend that this is not an ever growing problem?
If we are to grow
How do we continue to make decisions based upon the darkness of skin?