Color-blind

Location

78070
United States
29° 52' 1.416" N, 98° 25' 6.3192" W

If I were a dog in 1963,
I’d be nervous
As I saw my owner plea
To have service on a train.

I’d be confused if he were hosed down
In the streets of Birmingham,
Just because he wanted a drink.
When I drink water, he doesn’t
Spray water on me.

I’d be angry if he were in the post office;
Shoved to the ground by someone else
As they cut in line.

I’d cheer along with him
As we’d watch a kind man
Speak words of peace to a hurting nation.

If I were a dog I’d be color-blind,
But I’d know the difference between black and white:
There isn’t any when it comes to a human life.

On a piece of paper black and white
Commingle in harmony.
Why can’t the white person
Standing next to us at the intersection
Help my blind owner across the street?

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It's got a nice feel and it's chill. I don't know, for some reason, I like it

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