Ruled by the ugly traditions

A Link Poetry Poem by Ritesh Nigam

Black and white and brown skin,
skin that we must live within,
within a world that does not care.
Care about me now, please!
Please notice I’m still there!

There we go again. Someone died.
Died because of hate, of our failure.
Failure to reciprocate, to know better,
better than our forefathers, the fools.
Fools who built a world on lies.

Lies that we still believe, sometimes.
Sometimes it’s far too much, apparently.
Apparently we lack the will to change.
Change the way we are, try.
Try to see a better way than this.
This, inequality, isn’t working.

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