Colorism

You are a human being

There is no value in black or white

you are before the artillery named as a target

Be careful, your thoughts will not craft

a song for them from the color of your skin.

Remember the sound of the shelling

it does not distinguish between two shades.

In war, red triumphs over all colors.

The night begins with an angry blackness

and ends with an exhausted body wrapped in white.

Every color has a story

And in war, no color is spared from the tale.

It is the story of the human being

For those who lived under tents

Who was separated from loved ones and friends

Who embraced the rubble of walls,

Who struggled for freedom and peace.

I'm the human

The one who searches for humanity in his essence,

In his dreams, and in his journey of existence,

In the message that will become an idea.

A human will be free

Only when his mind is free,

And when he is no longer a slave to colors