Crayola Racism
While Black gummy bears set up a trebuchet made of cotton
others plot ready to kill the white noise and retake Gothom
dreaming of freedom... though through song they touched closer than ever.
and there forefathers ... look on in shame as war hits the horizon and flesh uncovers
the timid souls hidden with tears drifting... away from lovers...
meanwhile...
in the southern parts the red-bearing-non-Indians sun burn
in hopes of shedding new skin as pure chalk white as ever
chasing symbolisms of hate never quite in reach... they quiver...
bleaching the landscape... and chasing off all true color
while the rainbow race... looks on with envy....
no... it looks on at its own skin as if wondering
if each part of it is really worth being multi-cultural
is the tattoo artistry original or synthetic?
if each part hates one another...
merging constantly joining the paints into a Grey smudge.
smog and skyscrapers... pavement as Grey as death.
with a lunge... the artist leaps into the heavens...
snickering as he left stories of only one color.
as if to confuse and abuse the pasts...
humans realizing... while trying to get over there southren discomfort.
that the path of the brush stroke withered and it all became the same
and as soon as all color fades we will sit back and see
that green dominates through trees and grass glades.