a poem (again)

Racism

-Eugene-

black and white are all together

outside the window both of them are crossing the streets

on the road they both walk and talk normally

black and white, all nice to become

sometimes white jeers black, sometimes black jeers white

but so what? we are all together

black can be black, and white can be white

the black tinge is as inky as the beautiful night sky

and the pure whiteness is as comfortable as the clouds above

jeer if you want, taunt if you want

it is always up to you

but the ending won’t be nice, if fighting breaks out

for when war happens between them

the sky is raining and the clouds are weeping

and the world becomes a colorless room

but if we just shake hands and smile together

black and white can unite and make a rainbow in the dazzling sky

a rainbow that crosses across the sky to be a bridge and link black and white