racism is bedded in colours
lips of inadequate mom
that pump poison into skins
thickening the hearts of her brood
- crying sour grapes that the
next door has redder grapes
because their land is on a higher greener plain
- crying the next door has a blue god
that works like a devil pilfering all of their wealth
- crying the next door is a green faced trespasser
who has turned robber grabbing what is not theirs

racism has one home which it is always driven to
- a river of red, scarlet red that stains hands black,
yellow or white, clothes, everything, everywhere

john tiong chunghoo