Melanin

Wash away the sins of the father
Release your head from the sand
Try to start again
Or ignore the reaching hand

Who are you to judge over a body? A way of life?
A face growing weary and thin?
Restless, are we still so cold?
Are we a plague to ourselves, made of mildew and mould?

Pigment and porcelain statues refuse to give in
Committing evil against humanity
Fighting a war against prejudice
Over melanin produced in the skin

Find the key others have found before
Let their voices be your guide
Open your mind to the reality of death’s door
To find the ignorance from inside

Refuse to accept anything but truth
And choose to refuse the lies
And move forward into a new world
Where melanin doesn’t depict who lives and who dies