A Reich Best Dead

Colour.
Black, white. Does it matter?
I peel off your skin and I peel off a black man's.
We are all the same colour now.
Perhaps you need the pain; then you will see.
You will realise that soon you will be alone.
No-one cares for your kind.
Can you feel reality now; can you taste it?
Taste it well, hopefully it will stain your tongue.
Stain its uses for a future. One with love.
If not, continue. Call him a negroe.
Only you will suffer, for a human is a human,
but a racist is scum. Revival of a reich best dead.

by K C Jackson

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