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."