Political

I have 
a question 
in my mind 
that will not 
leave me alone... 
Like 
a zen koan 
the sound of 
one hand cutting 
cuts me to the bone... 
What is Race? 
What is Racism? 
Wasn't Africa 
the Mother to us all? 
Aren't we all the descendants 
of the children that she bore? 
As we warily took our first steps 
upon her ancient shore... 
God is great... 
too great for any 
earthbound creature 
to define or describe... 
I begged God 
for the answer 
but the answer 
never arrived... 
Like the sound 
of one hand slapping 
its slapped my face again 
waking me from this 
dream called life 
and making me wonder 
when this dream 
will end...

I have a question...