'' I Know Nothing About Black Or White '' Poem by Bri Mar

When Madiba met God he said I’m overawed,
Your creations are flawed but what I find odd,
Is, your problems you keep out of sight.

The Good Lord replied the truth I must hide,
I caused a divide over which I now preside,
You just can’t get everything right.

I made a mistake so give me a break,
It makes my heart ache that I could partake,
In a fire I helped to ignite.

With no advice sought I’m now feeling fraught,
The lessons taught could never be bought,
History you cannot rewrite.

You must find a way to rid us of affray,
I wouldn’t lead you astray it is child’s play
You must rid the world of this blight.

Colours are lush they make my world plush,
Being in a rush I didn’t know they would crush,
I imagined they’d be vibrant and bright.

Together they colluded all would be included,
Nobody secluded none excluded
What transpired filled them both with delight.

Mandela said go for I’m in the know,
Your actions will show that respect will grow,
Eventually they will see the light.

They couldn’t wait to be rid of the hate,
This was their fate to recreate,
Though initially humans will get a fright.

God being refined said I hope they don’t mind,
The way I was designed I am totally blind,

‘’ I Know Nothing About Black Or White ‘’