DOES IT REALLY MATTERS?
This is a question maybe only the Maker
Can give an appropriate answer to;
For He built us all in an extraordinary way,
In His own vision and portrait.
Why then do we discriminate amidst ourselves?
I know not, neither does anyone,
Knows the membrane colour of our Maker.
All that was done in paradise during our array
Is nothing but a unified decision of all in ecstasy.
Why then do we give room for the skin to gauge?
I am white and you are black.
Your intonation is different from mine;
Yet, He makes it easier for me to infer it. What discrepancy does it now make, When we all nurses hatred instead of love?
Today, the white sees the black as an inferior
They came to colonised us as slave on our soil
They sees themselves as a divinities
Hoping for us to bow and adore them.
Are we not all forged by a Supreme being?
The world today is no longer the way it is.
Many have been sent to voyage of no rescue;
Many have been refuted of livelihood,
All because of our skin's discrepancies.
Now I ask, DOES IT REALLY MATTERS?
We breathe in the same breath
Even though the atmosphere is different.
Water and blood runs through our varied organs.
We all believe in one Divinity called - God
Why then DOES IT REALLY MATTERS?
Why have we turned against one another in war?
We all beholds ourselves as hostiles
All in the name of our membrane colour.
Building up hatred and combat out of racism
I ask again, DOES IT REALLY MATTERS?
He created everything for His glory
None of His words exhorts racism or hatred.
But,He gave Himself for us as an epitome of love.
Why can't we embrace this love and share it
From Africa to Asia to every corner of the orb?
© ✒️ Shola Optimist
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