White flares singe and blind
Eyes that stare too long at the sun.
The pink and fair-skinned streak
Their faces with white paint.
Resentment and grudges
Fuel the rage whose cinders
Smolder across generations
And take down massive forests.
White is the evisceration
and even those who
Embrace its phallus
Are not truly white.
Bleached, blanched, these white tribes
Worship crucifying whomever
They think their white god blesses
For being better than they are.
[Disposable Poem January 18, 2016]