Sonnet to the Absence of Color
The absence of [man's] color will win: white,
black, yellow, or red make no difference
in the life-and-death crush of existence
that rocks and shocks its might but is not right!
Clear and sheer-like, with stealth it comes like night
in strength and power, like a deliverance
about to split apart Intolerance,
the racist's slight and the mean bigot's bite.
It is right; and has the appearance of
soft, subtle light that's wet and cool like dew,
like drops distilled and then infused with love,
grace, spirit and clear sight in hearts anew;
our tribes can live in peace and then approve
as one when our colors melt into one hue.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2015