Is Heaven Segregated? Poem by Hebert Logerie

I ponder, I wonder
This question almost drove me crazy
I was saved by a dream. I am a dreamer
I was told in Heaven, there is no blacky
No whity, no browny, no azzy, no color
No sights, no feelings, no emotions, no odor
No money, no buildings
No gold, no birds, no wings
No choirs, no melodies
No lyrics, no parodies
No pain, no nothing
No sins, no everything
Nothing that humans can imagine
No classy or obscene scene
No men, no women
No oven, no children
No words to describe this mystery
Nothing to drive anybody crazy
No need to talk about segregation
No different nations, no different station
Everything is sinking into oblivion
Nothing is important, no opinion
Is warranted, no criticism
No nonsense, no plagiarism
No expectations, nothing is in our order
Everything is in their order, their sorter
There are no churches, no temples
No mosques. There are no samples
To download. Everything is different
There are no words, no cents and no scent
God is of course there, He/She is there
They are there. No, it is not a nightmare
It is beyond dreaming, snoring
Imagining and hallucinating.