doctored or un-doctored,
black or white,
he is only human
for though the sun kings today,
tomorrow shall be the moon’s.
lies or truths;
we deserve some white words
so we can appease our souls and boycott
the many laughters of the human race;
we are all lunatics on the ‘open field’
sometimes or at other times, by design or involuntarily
but we are only human
fleshly frail to fall even with aids or as loners
yet we can rise when surgeoned duly.
we can let go these stones
for he is human like any other
and as we cast stones, let’s remember
that tomorrow shall be ours to be victims
but only the truth has a tongue to win us freedom.
I wish the truth is skin-toned.