A poem #71 – Colourblind

The truth of it is,
I am colourblind.
I see no difference
between black and white.

After all, at which point did you choose
the colour of your skin,
and which location, geographically,
you were born in?

And on what grounds
could you make your decision,
with no knowledge of a colour’s attributes,
or detriments given?

If only you’d stop
and take a moment to see
how colourful the fruit
of this world can be,

but your indoctrinated behaviours
and mindless insistence
keeps you blindly ambling on
in a pale existence.

Only you
can change your directive,
and education is key
to a correct perspective.

How silly you sound,
your comments unfounded,
unquestioningly siding
with idiots around you.

Take a stand and think for yourself,
make your own name,
let’s bleed out this poison
in society’s veins.

JP Collins


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