Racism - a new poem


Lets say
there was one garden
and that was the entire world

With trees
planted everywhere
The very same kind of tree

In each corner
They bore leaves
And flowers And fruits

Of the same color
As each other
As the bark, the tree

And the entire garden
painted plain in your nature
shiv, how bored would you be?

You lover
of the same color
what would you see?