That, squirming shroud, we call, our skin
Two yards, measuring, pride and prejudice
The lasting sin, of, our ethnic origin
Is the, shade of, our self-worth, and malice!
Baptized Black, by, blessed, tears of sun
Or White, by melting, moorland’s care
Turns out, to be, the only dimension
That lays our, ingrained, bigotry bare!
How a race, enslaved, a ‘lesser’ race
And a, trivial isle, colonized, whole world
Since Black man, never ever, learnt to face
Racial myths, on his, pity’s tomb, hurled!
In spite, of the politics, of skin-shades
A realm, still lives, two worlds apart
Deep down, beyond, cultural crusades
Love Is, The Only, Hue Of Heart!
© 2021 Vikas Chandra