ONE COLOR

The climate is getting warmer

And so is the color of our skin

The band is getting broader

While the message is wearing thin.

What ever happened

To the pride and customs of our tribe?

Roots that used to draw from yesterday

Are now designers’ motives to inscribe.

What key does the future latch on to

When our children no longer cry?

Their attention is spanned by images

That interact while their feelings slowly die.

Our language used to age gracefully

Noting the passage of every rite

Now we’ve reverted to nursery rhymes

And burlesque to shed the light.

We pay to sit and worship icons

Who play games and exhaust our dreams

We surf away from the third dimension

And into the web of a nerdy scheme.

 Men used to carry more than their weight

Now they drag a mouse across the screen

Sowers have surrendered their determination

To the idol gluttons who count their beans.

Reflection used to be the time of inner question

Now it’s just another pose we impose upon ourselves

Once we desired love, freedom and awareness

Now it’s what we push on-line and off the shelves.