You turn my blood the color of my skin
I’m made of mud, like you, my kin
We breathe the air made from the trees
We drink the water from stormy seas
We laugh without ever being taught
We’ve all done things that we oughtn’t
I object to your hasty dismissal
which, my friend, is abysmal
I deprecate you right to your face
I am far from being your idea of disgrace
I am human, just like you
Deny it all you’d like, we both know it’s true.
Interesting. Anyone I know?
But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream. Amos 5:24