TRIBALISM AND RACISM
Those sad voices echo from every corner
From the faiths we hold
To the jobs we seek
To the stories of division we are told
This devil of separation
Carved in the sounds of our tongues
Etched in the scars on our faces
Is defined by the colour of one’s skin.
But what does division beget?
The denial of a brother’s colour
A fracture in the way we share our stories—
Aren’t they all choices we come to regret?
Tribalism and racism are like tragic comedy
False ideas are made to be believed
They build up slowly, line by line
Only to end without climax, in a dull senseless grief.
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