Nothing smells, feels, or tastes quite like cowardice.

Black Children Kicked Out of Pool Because They Would Change Its Complexion

O!
When the wind pushes the stench under the nose
It’s rather obvious that bigotry’s come home.

The children; buoyant in the brown skin of summer,
Eyes puffed with dreams, drenched in virtue,

Lips pursed upon the delights of a sun-drenched freedom,
Were cuffed with glances and sour faced odium.

(Nothing smells, feels, or tastes quite like cowardice.)

Come children, you’re better than their incoherent worship;
You should be drenched, dripping in love’s swim;

Forget the gloom filled muddle of saw-toothed fools.
Come! Whirl in the glee of untamed childhood

And leave them to bathe intolerance upon their brood
You’ve happiness and banter; better things to do!

© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

Tip of the Hat to my friends at We are Respectable Negroes