Tribal Rhythms Poem by michael spangenberg

Tribal Rhythms



In the Republic of India, Mary's
considered to be brown
down with the brown.

Federal Democratic Republic of Ethiopia
Mary's finger-pointed as white trash
colonial pork bellies, be damned.

The Monarchy of Sweden
all of a sudden, Mary's viewed as black
black lives do not seem to matter.

Mary's simply wearing the color of her skin
use the accent color to make a pair
damned if she do, she damned if she don't.

Governments may opt to be color blind
citizen's color sensitiveness remains constant
prevalence for allergy, the world at-large.

Color lines become property lines
black's dirt poor, whites live in decent homes
somewhere in-between occupies the middle class.

Rainbow colors in the Syrian uprising
after the dust has settled, wearing the
same-colored shirts & pants matters most.

Tuesday, November 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and life
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