RACE OVER HUMANITY

They speak of humanity in colours Black as night, pale as bone Silver like moonlight, gold like the sun As if the sun warms one side more than the other. With free hands they drew maps Carved mountains, split rivers Crowned some as kings of dust Left others to beg beneath their feet. But what is race, really? Is it not just a shadow we cast in our minds? We all cry tears with the same salt Bleed red beneath different skins. The wind makes no distinction And sickness knocks on every door. It’s time to redraw the image in our heads These days, even the lines are fading.