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 with 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 reforms the old view,
and shines a vision of a world suffused with love,
grace, spirit, and clear sight in hearts anew:
our tribes can live in peace and soar above
as One, when our disputes become one hue.
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