Colour blind (racism is not just a black and white issue)

Or you could be a Jew

An immigrant alien

In a country that is new

You could be a member

Of a tribe call the Sioux

You could be a mirror

For others to look through

The sun could turn you brown

It might burn you red too

A fever turns you yellow

The cold might turn you blue

Your face could be deathly white

If a ghost blurred your view

You could have green fingers

Go through a purple patch or two

And think you’re in the pink

Till clouds of grey cover you

You could be an orphan

Where fields never grew

Because of Agent Orange

With your future overdue

You could be a refugee

With no home to go to

Wandering the wasteland

Where the winds of war blew

You could be one of many

Or one of an ethnic few

At rest in your own nest

When in the cuckoo flew

You could hear the daily news

Is it propaganda, is it true

Is there a Big Brother plot

A conspiracy you never knew

Is there a secret robot army

An underground Babylon zoo

Are you waiting for answers

At the back of the queue

Or in the middle of a riddle

While rumours continue

Your mood could turn black

Leaving you without a clue

Caught up in a riot race

What then would you do?

LYNDON QUERIPEL