The United States of America are not united against what fuels wars and causes world dissent.
Dear ones, the following poem that I just wrote reflects this ongoing strife.
ENDLESS WRATH IN THE MILKY WAY
The people come and go, speaking of Michelangelo,
T. S. Eliot lived in peace from racial woe
America still burdened by black and white,
Blinded by complexion, a steady fight.
Even cattle get more respect,
Holstein, Hereferds and Jerseys galore,
Not color-coded whites or blacks,
As humans continue to battle war.
Pearl Buck, author of The Good Earth,
Chided Americans calling Asians yellow,
We finally got over pegging Indians red,
Except for Washington football skins, not mellow.
In 1796, J. F. Blumenbach,
The "Father of Race," how we fail,
Color coded humanity,
Black, code for slave, red, yellow & pale.
But we still can't get over white and black,
The most rival divisive of them all,
It wasn't Rome that caused the fall,
Instead the separation of folks by skin.
Yet those who say they don't see black & white,
So why do they talk in black & white terms?
We even call aliens we've never seen,
Little green men, what makes us feel supreme.
So we keep dividing ourselves with white on top,
And black at the bottom to keep others down,
In this way we feel good because we see
Others as inferior, as we still play the clown.
helenesmith1.blogspot.com author of Export, a Patchwork of Coal Country America and essay Erase Race
