Poetry – Death to Tribalism

Death to Tribalism

 

I’m brown in the sun

And black at night,

But in the light,

I’m white.

 

I’m privileged

And immune,

Treated with respect,

Not subject to neglect,

As a member of the select.

 

But I’m not happy,

I crave for equality,

A better society,

A meritocracy,

Fairer, without inequality.

 

I don’t care about your pigment,

Or your race.

I want to see a smile

On your face.

 

It’s primitive tribalism

Holding us back.

Let’s stop thinking –

Brown, white and black.

 

Opher – 26.5.2020

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