“ Conjugated People ” ~ by shade ~ the poem.

 

People are played

To lend disorder,

Sorted by shade

Ranked in colour,

Thus to persuade                                                        

Reluctant objectors,

Thence to dissuade

They who so claim,

Black white or other

Meant be the same,

Yet ignore brothers

Made suffer in vain,

A hand that fosters

Segregationist game,

To ostracize druthers

While man plays blind,

To coloured skin cause

Gives marginalized time,

And its racists’ applause

Conjugates them by shade,

Fixed in fellowman’s mind!

                                

                                       oh to find survive, as a one people world,

                                                         with a rainbow coloured spine!

© Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

 

“ Conjugated People ” ~ by shade ~

 

People are played

To lend disorder,

Sorted by shade

Ranked in colour,

Thus to persuade                                                        

Reluctant objectors,

Thence to dissuade

They who so claim,

Black white or other

Meant be the same,

Yet ignore brothers

Made suffer in vain,

A hand that fosters

Segregationist game,

To ostracize druthers

While man plays blind,

To coloured skin cause

Gives marginalized time,

And its racists’ applause

Conjugates them by shade,

Fixed in fellowman’s mind!

                                       oh to find survive, as a one people world,

                                                         with a rainbow coloured spine!

  © Jean-Jacques Fournier

 

“ Another Road ” ~ while ataraxia implies ~

Another road

Wants but persuade

Leads to paradise,

But not till there

You’d realize,

It falsely bades

To road disguised,

That serves to hide 

Its likely path be hell,

While ataraxia you seek

Is where you now reside,

Thus so implies

Need not a road to bide!