The Plight of Albinos

Alas they as are born as albinos What is more for them to undergo Though contracted in a bow of woe Don't they also deserve to be known? Now ask I where is the tie That binds one being to another When one race lives high And place inferiority on the other O what causes this shot of madness To such a loving nature Could it be the habits of loneliness In which they take no pleasure When men mock the creator's scope Their imaginations becomes barren What image feeds desires and hopes When all they seek for is a reason In the bitterness of their wounded spirit Life becomes a channel of blur grace Why exist such scornful superiority From a different color race Now the tenderness of acceptance pass them by For I dare to ask if it is a crime Must albinos forever in heart cry Since they exist from a different color line