Color Syndrome
Secretly once I met Jesus in a place
Where currents are calm
And wind did not blow
In a voce sotto I invited him
To visit this place second time
Where souls are dead
And dead men are walking.
And I apologized
On behalf of the race of man
For the injustice inflicted upon him 1st time
Gave him an assurance too
Let not anything happen to him
But he says, I am too frightened
To descend after seeing how my followers
Hate and abhor the people who are brown.
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