Eyes of Lies

They laughed at us in the trees. Underestimated these. Didn’t see the bullets come, now they’re not laughing. They laughed at us on our knees. Didn’t see the hidden blades, found out where real pain lays, now they’re not laughing. They laughed at the colour of our skin. They insulted us and our beloved kin, thought that we must be really dim, now they’re not thinking. A white man stands on his feet. He eats vegetables and meat, but that’s not really so unique in a world of coloured skins. A man is a man, a woman a woman, a child a child. Why are skin skin colours seen through eyes so wild when inside we are all the same species?