The Colors of Humanity

Manacles suppress a beautiful mind decayed by the stench of putrid bitterness created long before Mr. Whitney made you expendable yet you loathe me despite my relation to Harriet uncle Tom was never relevant nor did his cabin provide shelter unto your bitterness its wood burned food for thought could one become a christian to be born again and return as an abolitionist the absurdity of it astounds me but chains will always bind us together regardless of our ancestry linked through the color of love red hues splashed in anger dipped in disdain tainted by the past we live to paint the pictures shadows cast...... Bob Shank-Nov.20th, 2006