Poem by Raymond Garfield Dandridge

Color Blind

True I am black not by my will;
I had no choice of hue,
And none was given you.
By His decree our roles we fill.
Red man, Yellow man, Brown man,
You too, man of white,
What cause or right
Have we to emphasize our clan?
The haughty King, of royal birth,
The peasant, craftsman, and the slave,
Stript naked, stand alone on worth,
Beyond the portals of the grave,
Before that Bar where all men find
The Judge of judges color blind.

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