Skin Bigot
It seems these days, across the land,
that the Klan has somehow got a tan.
Somehow, instead of being free,
folk now take pride in their bigotry.
They say their skin defines their life,
even dictates who they take for wife,
claim it is their ‘identity,’
determines their morality.
Then they attack those ‘other’ folk,
who along with this crap won’t go,
the souls that shout,”Listen to King!
Color is a meaningless thing!
“Just because you have the same pigment
does not matter, ain’t worth a damn!
What’s inside is what matters here,
our dreams, our hopes, our thoughts, our fears!
“If you can’t judge a soul by that,
they you’re a skin-bigot, that’s a fact!
You won’t see people as they are:
Individuals you should not tar.”
Yet when you speak this simple truth,
they claim the bigot there is you?!
When you call out their bigotry,
they claim,”Oh no, that can’t be me!”
They scream that they don’t have ‘power,’
then shoot you an undeserved glower,
how convenient that their beliefs
from moral sense give them relief.
Lets them slander others all day,
lets their skin-bigotry blaze away,
But all their lines can’t change what’s real,
they’re bigots true, and here’s the deal:
If you judge a soul by skin alone,
even if that soul may be your own,
then you are a bigot, bona-fide,
no matter how you spin and lie.
If you lump together other blokes,
and whine of ‘privilege,’ being ‘woke,’
if beyond pigment you can’t see
if you can’t deal with history,
then ‘skin-bigot,’ I will call you.
You’re offended? Well I am too!
Every time I see loud lefties
cheapening our humanity.
…Your skin don’t make you special, but your obsession with it will make you evil.
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