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
Copyright © Elizabeth Adams | Year Posted 2018
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