The Color of Space
The Color of Space
His spaceship alit on a foreign world
deep in the midst of the outer space
two moons gazing down devoid of all air
he kept his mask on and walked down the plank
opened the door to retreat from the hull
He was there for a purpose
for diplomacy’s sake
to seek a new race and find a new place
in hopes that they trade
since the earth needed more
an avatar sought
for the future of lore
The leader approached
his habiliment WHITE
and his face a pale GREEN
he exacted his speech
with authority and grace
I promise the cargo that you request
in the time that is due it will be our best
for our BLUE men work as we command
to produce what you need or they will be replaced
and another blue man will fill in the space
to satisfy your monthly needs
He gazed at the workers bedraggled with sweat
their uniforms worn not a word from their lips
he considered his quest and returned to his ship
He removed his mask and stared out of the hull
he pondered the planet that he will leave
A million miles from Earth and the stigma remains
he grabbed a BLACK towel and wiped his BROWN face
will MANS inhumanity to MAN ever change
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