A deadly serious poem coming from a serious source. I had to think of MLK and his plea about all ranges of color and why it was the color of character and not of skin that mattered.
I just read about the abuses heaped on albinos. When will it ever end.
Just as life during the pandemic was color-coded with different hues representing different levels of danger, life in its aftermath has become shaded in similar ways. As a self-styled “Seeker of Beauty with Beauty,” (borrowing from a quote by W.E.B.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
I just read about the abuses heaped on albinos. When will it ever end.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane