CALL TO THE COLORS
(An Ode to Racists)
How dispiriting are all-white bouquets
Compared to colorful flower displays.
How unappealing the all-white plate
(Of cauliflower, rice and fish) to our palates.
Albino animals we don’t think pretty.
We consider them odd; they excite our pity.
Why then do we struggle and plot and connive
To be an all-white, pasty-faced, anemic tribe?
I put this query to ardent racists
Who hate the sight of different faces
And want an exclusive society
With no interesting variety.
Let’s chord the song, let’s add new notes.
Who knows? We might even like these folks.
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