Allow us to come ashore.
It is a state of opportunity.
The reds are the origins.
The whites move in stealth
while the blacks arrive to serve,
the yellow race engages in commerce,
the browns plunge in to take up work,
a medley of the colours and races
regarded as heterogeneous
converts into a synthesis analogous.
A block and an arrest,
brought out by discrimination,
makes one knit his brow,
eye with disgust,
smell something fishy,
experience a distaste in the mouth,
a deliberate feel of irritation persists.
The governance forgets history
creates a furore by its policies.
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