Color-blind
Location
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?