Multi-colored castes rank
and file against the arid sun
the dusty forms in myriad swarms
from darkest to the lightest one
Worth appointed from early life
on shape and form, and shade of skin
the cover on each wanted son
masks the growing worth within
The lowest, slumming, struggling ones
are fashioned by fate, the teachings say
the upper, learned – well – they have earned
the path that shows the upper way...
We in the West, we sigh, appalled
at segregation running rife
we shrug and turn, watch pyres burn -
nothing sounds in our everyday life.......
We in the West – we do not turn -
the impoverished..... we never shun?
The classes here, subtle - the air
with judging thoughts is overrun
Mrs Neighbor on her way to church
or Mr Needy with his vice,
we categorize, to no surprise,
and paint them without thinking twice
Only One can paint us all -
no matter what our size or skin
in God's own Son we now become
one color, clear – and free from sin
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