Color Blind
How did we lose our humanity?
Pardon me sir
I have not been so compassionate to your complaints
Pain in your foot? I know
I casually brushed it off and said
arthritic old-age
Pardon me, sir, for my callous response
I waded to work today
through rivers of blood somewhere else
I have lost some of my humanity on the way, I guess
Israeli and Palestinian children dead
They dissect my veins to see
what colors my blood contains
White and blue?
Or green, black, and red
Is there a star there?
Or stripes and a red triangle sideway
Pardon me sir
When the precious is abundantly violated on the streets
you become hollowed by how easily it is rendered cheap
Tormented by the show on display
On the theater of this world
the light shines bright on one corner
and keeps in the dark
another
Dear sir
What happens if the mighty theater director
leans toward specific colors?
Forgive me, Ms. Dickinson
but sometimes the truth cannot be told slant
Gradual dazzling can be more blinding
Let the viewers see every corner
in equal light
What is the mighty director afraid of?
Let the viewers see it all
Let them see what shades each blood contains
Maybe then, no tint would be exclusive to one
And blood would turn white —
the color these two flags share
Maybe then
our humanity will find its way back
to us
