Do we still linger, in that, Black and White World
Where our souls, squirmed in, prejudice, of our skin
That Rainbow-Realm, seems a dream, beyond ‘blurred’
Wherein, we ain’t the prisoners, of our origin
Still White Is Virtue, Black Is Sin !

Ain’t we done yet, with that, plundered past
Etched on, Black defeat, by glorious, White win
That legacy’s, disease, will forever last
Which caged, Black ethos, in White coffin!
Still White Is Virtue, Black Is Sin !

White pride, subsists, on Black self-pity
And a piety, akin, to a, roadside tin
Kicked endlessly, by, White vanity
This age, is an estranged, colonial twin
Still White Is Virtue, Black Is Sin !

Boris slams, the truth, his ‘kingdom’, had made
His, White master’s, Black, jaundiced jinn
Who lost, to the lie, of his, master’s crusade
Whose existence, stinks, deep within
Still White Is Virtue, Black Is Sin !

© 2021 Vikas Chandra