Calling onto the masses
Whom no amount of classes
Would open their eyes
To the hate and despise
That people of colour receive
And how their hearts grieve
To the endless blood shed
And countless bodies dead
To years of uncalled for attacks
And merciless whacks
To all the foolish, never forget
That you are in great debt
To all the souls you have scarred
And dead bodies you disregard
And one day,
You will be in dismay
The power of colour will rise
Beyond the clouds and skies
That no amount of sorry and regret
Will make their hearts forgive and forget
So prepare,
And from the power of colour, beware.