A father's wound, racism wished away.

Raise two obsidian fingers in the air
In the face of the man, because you don't care
Black for real or just goth and painted?

I don't care for your racism
Father you faulter, stumbling about
As your racist hatred allows children to die.

I don't hear your truth when you teach me
'Eat your food son,
Theres children starving tonight.'
I only see how your racism allows you to be.
Telling me the truth, but allowing it to pass
Because your racism shields
From ever having to act!

So just hate,
I'll be wishing
Racism was never born
Then maybe we could all see
Without the tinted eyes of
A father's racist lies.