We need to see through colors
For truth to be revealed
Social being’s what matters
Identity concealed
Home in exurban splendor
A sub with gated fence
Got indoor pool, black Beamer
On Chase account expense
Mama taught me self-respect
The principles of faith
Got Black & Decker tool chest
To mend my shrine estate
My kids attend black college
Historic so it’s said
Went south in search of knowledge
Should keep them far ahead
Was senior account VP
Black pinstripe suit and shoes
They said they didn’t need me
Would train the new recruits
Now I’m behind on my bills
Down a black hole, you see
Civil rights can’t cure the ills
Of failed society
We need to see through colors
For truth to be revealed
Social being’s what matters
Identity concealed
I drive right past the landfill
Straight through the methane fumes
My white ’84 Seville
Looks great with 22s
Double wide by the freeway
Empty nest in our plans
Got grandkids in the hallway
Sleeping on white divans
Went working straight from high school
White-collar’s not for me
Learned skilled labor, union rules
Pipe fitter’s trade to be
My dad would say live humbly
Good things would come my way
White Christmas, feed the hungry
Still waiting for that day
Now there’s little work for me
I’m white haired, sick and tired
The banks stole all the money
And no one’s being hired
We need to see through colors
For truth to be revealed
Social being’s what matters
Identity concealed
June 24, 2012
A unity anthem. We are all alike and face the same problems more than the dominant ideological and cultural influences would have us believe.
MULTIMEDIAMAN 