The Colours of the World

(This is a poem that I wrote a couple of years ago and found again today. It's about racism.)

Some people see the World,
In black and white,
With a neat little line drawn,
Inbetween.

I think it's more,
Like a checkerboard,
All mixed up,
Like coffee with milk.

I see the World,
In technicolour,
There are chestnuts, toffees, caramels, coffees, chocolates, bronzes and creams,
Not just blacks and whites.

In reality the World is grey,
Concrete grey,
The World like a chessboard, it's people chessmen,
Whites against blacks.

All we need is someone,
To come and paint the chessmen.