Color of Love

Does the color of our love offend you?

I can feel your hate boil over like over cooked stew

As you pass us by with your piercing eyes

Does the beauty of our ebony and ivory connection make you sick like the flu?

Because You expel your hatred like sneeze ACHOO! What is she doing with that jiggaboo?

100yrs later and the south still hates fed by the trees of that strange fruit

But at least now you whisper your ignorance or are simply irresolute

Who knew Martins words and the Lovings suffering would be a shot in a bucket like trash down a chute

Are you ashamed of your failure to comprehend how love transcends

It sees the colors of our character and glows of our souls and knows how they blend

Hate is still a trend without end deep in the roots of Dixie land

Why does the color of our love offend?