My skin, few shades darker than yours Stand between you and me, Beneath we are all blood and bones, But do you even care when you pick me up from the bunch Ask me, to remove my jacket, my trousers and boots When I ask why, you say there is a reasonable doubt But you know it, and I too It really just, is, the colour of my skin As the metal detector traverse the length of my body, Our eyes meet, and I stare right back at you as the rest in the queue, just walk past me, With nothing to say, with nothing to do, they just watch me go through this drama I am used to Sigh ! This is what the world has come to