Friday, 06 September 2013
On the Subject of “Race”
By Marc Leavitt of Marc Leavitt's Blog
What is this thing that men call ‘‘race?” I’ve never seen it anyplace;
And can it run, or even swim? The notion’s wrong, a dreadful whim,
And yet, it pops up in the news, and stirs up pundits’ pompous views.
It started centuries ago, when Europe’s countries, at one blow
Found land to prey on ‘round the earth, built colonies, and stole with mirth;
To plunder well, or so we’re told, they needed help to rob their gold.
The natives didn’t look like them, so they devised a stratagem
To “civilize” the “savage” crowd, to teach them skills and make them proud
To serve the European “race,” to work them hard, make them embrace
The values learned from foreign bands who mocked their culture, robbed their lands;
The “new” world had a use for slaves from Africa across the waves,
To do the work in everyplace. But what about this thing called “race?”
The secret that they all abhorred? That man’s just man, a fact ignored;
The tall, the short, the white, the brown; mankind’s the only game in town;
Two arms, two legs, and eyes to see results of pure hypocrisy.
Each man is born and then he’ll die, the racial stuff is just a lie;
It’s based on Greed, the greatest wrong, that hurts the weak, exalts the strong.
The sweet idea of brotherhood, a concept rarely understood,
Remains an idea, it would seem, for most of us, a foolish dream.
We still judge people by their skin. And that mistake’s a monstrous sin.
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