It's an odd place I live in. How quickly the ugliness can be exposed and swept away. I'm talking about racism and reexamine my views in light of something that's happened to my friend.
I don't think we should sweep rai under the rug. This poem is called Die in White because being white I can very easily switch off and let my sensibilities die. It's very easy to be complacent about what doesn't effect us directly, my hope is that anyone reading this won't die in white.
DIE IN WHITE
I have heard once
And felt stronger
When they painted
My friend in colours untrue and vast
They wrote lies
About him
His life and destiny
And laughed about it later
They spoke venom
And poisoned peoples
Heads and infected
Hearts
I'm afraid
How quickly kindness
Can switch to something ugly
Now what will happen
In fact I'm afraid
That nothing will
They'll twist it into something
Delicate and palatable
And maybe then
I'll feel less
Care less
I'll be abandoning my friend
Without a thought.
A collection of poems and musings by a rookie poet and constant dreamer - J.O.S.H
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