May 2020
Snow flakes fall upon
the black mountains.
But never mix,
segregated.
But where oriental blossom
falls, in the next field
fruit pickers labour for
gangs..
Our words define our morality..
the black mountains.
But never mix,
segregated.
But where oriental blossom
falls, in the next field
fruit pickers labour for
gangs..
Our words define our morality..
Racism has many words that are every day vessels for all to use against another, there is no room for racism in a world so woven together but pulled at the seams by the few
