They gazed in wonder at the sky -
Colors splashed across the canvas;
Violet, blue, indigo,
Green, orange, red, yellow.
They called it picturesque, and then,
Went home to appreciate,
A man who had closed all gates,
On groups of people
Based on race,
Based on color,
Based on faith.
The hues of their skin were not
Enough to secure a place,
Within a world they sought to start
A new life, but they forgot -
The darker shades of their skin,
Made them kindred
To all sin,
Made it fair
To prevent
Any soul from stepping in.

Color, now, is an abuse,
If your skin,
Is all the wrong hues.