Protest

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.

One comment on “Protest

  1. Linda Looney says:

    Interesting. Anyone I know?

    But let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an everflowing stream. Amos 5:24

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