Without Any Cure
Reign on high in multitudes, comfortably placed on golden thrones,
Protected by unpigmented flesh, hatred resonated in their bones,
Waiting to persecute the impure.
Bloody battles with brotherhoods, side by side with unshakable faith,
United kinship with sisters too, sharing scars of punishment and scathe,
Remaining strong to always endure.
Begotten from the same roots, human species were God’s reflection,
Sin defiled the ignorant minds, judging skin with no tinge of conviction,
Racism spreads without any cure.
(Tail-Rhyme Stanza)
08/07/2020
Copyright © Sahar Cox | Year Posted 2020
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