discrimination

I hate you ! But only for the good reasons, so It’s positive, right? Remember when your leaves casted a shade Over my growth, took the drops of sunlight And stunted me amongst the undergrowth? You kept the air for yourself, and took the water On the shelf, and used it to seize our light. Well we’ve got a fix here: We’re both plants, right? Your greed is killing our breed! You’ll stop. Then we’ll need to ensure that we’re all even. So, till I reach your height You must stop growing. I’ll take your light, the water off the shelf, Stunt you till you’re undergrowth with every drop of sunlight. But it’s all positive right?

My colleague wants the Art of Zen, in French of course
Translated from Japanese…I suppose, for they started it.
But she wants it from the UK…I’m like: “That’s horse –
Shopping in the middle of the ocean…they’re more likely
To stock it in English, you see. But I’ll search in Italy”.
Then, I find myself in Dakar at some point, and while walking
In the mall, a bookstore calls to me. I go toward it.
They don’t have it, neither here nor at Mermoz. But the thing
That hangs on my brain like a shroud, while the lady pours
Out the information is the fact that English books are here.

Think about it: this is an all French country, colonised
By France, having spent all their lives with them.
They had books in English, and games too …to my surprise.
Then I asked myself about other countries, which should be
Carrying these as standard, where books would be
In every stall in 2 languages as per their constitution.
And my heart sunk. I felt pain for every single one of them
In such countries, where language replaces skin’s function
In the minds of those who wear hate like a hat I despise
And cower to the custody of morbid segregation and fear.

Well, prejudice is a but a bug in the universe’s most infant app
And it takes mere (not sheer) will to wipe it off our map.

Take up your napkins boys…it only seems hard.

Words from today to stir a new tomorrow from yesterday