Untitled so I name Unspoken

Much today is unspoken

Of the White Man and his flight

From places he alone once tamed

And brought into the light.


But plenty is spoken now

Of a vision widely known

Of cruelty, hate, and genocide

Reserved for White alone.


The rationale is plain and simple

Those with evil hearts will say

White is the oppressor color

Who still yet rules the day.


By declaring the White Man thus

The eternal evil one,

Atrocities easily excused

His humanity undone.


Escape seems not possible

From hatred so arrayed

Dissed, dismissed, denounced, disposed

Where is the White to stay?


In his lands and neighborhoods

Built with ancestral hands

Darkness comes on millions’ feet

All across the land


In his house no peace resides

As the jungle calls his young

MTV, rap rhymes, sexting, Web porn

Evils abound full flung.


At work where skill should rule,

For him it never reigns

Handouts go to other’s kin

His whiteness but a stain.


In government where law should rule

White finds comfort’s not the way,

Those who hate him have full sway

Seeking his final fall to his dismay.


In church, for sure, the house of God

Peace should come at last

To find the comfort of the Lord

Whose love’s beyond skin cast.


Yet at church, it brings least peace

As White is often told

It’s in his whiteness the sin lies

He must embrace the fold.


Is this embrace like brothers

in God’s spiritual family tree?

“No”, he’s told, “It’s not enough.”

To be Christ’s he must interbreed.


There is no peace when clad in White

No place to call his own

The U.S., Europe–all but gone

So darkly overgrown.


The Black gets to be a black

The Brown is just as free

But no matter what the setting is

The White may not white be.


The Lord made Earth a tapestry

Each kind unto its own

He brings the races to Him at last

To stand before the throne.


You see it’s not that we deny

Our brother’s humanity

But if they can revel in their kind

Why can’t we be as free?”


Copyright 2013 by Sidney Secular