Color Blind
I walked my dog a time tonight,
All through the schoolyard lot.
Two young boys were playing there.
One was white -- one was not.
My faithful friend went up to them,
His tail all awynd.
Sniffed their hands and licked their faces,
No difference did he find.
So it does strike me strange to think,
We must be strictly taught.
Who it is our friends should be,
And who our friends should not.
We trod too long a time a time tonight tonight,
Despite the fading light.
And of the boys departing,
They both seemed dark as night.
So it was my canine benign,
Fashioned this hopeful paradigm.
A kinder world we could find,
If we were all -- Color Blind-- .
Copyright © Wallace Michael | Year Posted 2011
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