Thomas Rogers Muyunga Mukasa has a poem on the subject of racial tolerance. Enjoy!

By The Skin!

What lies there? What is the big deal?
a question you and I confront,
sometimes out of discomfort,
or studied ire.

oh! This profusion of races!
goes a dismissive remark,
Oh! These sweet faces,
rebuts Mother Theresa!

But what is a skin?
so goes an unanswered query,
what lies beneath a skin?
there goes the deep inquiry.

The conscious shelter;
thus says a philosopher,
a line in the cosmos delineation;
this from a 'myoho' Buddhist.

A lid on bones,
an American writes,
once removed, continues the scribe,
bears open our oneness,
and that is a bottom line.

The African Mukulu adds;
the skin is a wrapping,
over a splendid bouquet,
a profuse bloom of love and care.

The aborigine Thayendanega says,
the skin is a way to the rainbow,
one by one all the tribes,
are small or big thoroughfares.

The skin baffled the seven dwarfs,
so goes a legend from that continent,
how they made a fuzz and buzz,
among their collections: magic, mirror and glass coffin.

By the skin! The things we ought to do;
some are so taken up by excuses,
others by denigrating connotations,
but the simple answer remains: oneness.

Daughters and sons of Aztec,
you the children of Incas,
the skin is a symbol of welcome;
we all are each others' "Viracochas."

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