The Colour of Man

THE COLOUR OF MAN God made Man in His own image, but He gave no hint of the tint He used; And from where, in the spectrum, He chose The soft mud, which He melded and fused Into life. Created, And mated Our forebears, Adam, Eve. Man and wife. Are all descendents meant to believe That the clay, He used that day, was cream - With just a touch of cerise, or beige? So that we Caucasians, can dream That God was Pinkish white, On that night, When He breathed The first spark. Yet it seems We can’t accept, that the clay He used - was dark. Dark as tar-macadam, when Adam was made. Then God moved to a different plot And removed wet, white clay with His spade. Adam’s rib An armature; To endure, And protect The unborn In Eve’s crib Her Black. And her White. And her Red. Her Brown, And her Yellow – Their Children - all of a different colour bred