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WHAT IS RACISM?

WHAT IS RACISM?

What is racism?

Some people call it

The true face of fascism,

And the true calling of the Nazi regime.

Is racism just about color?

Is it white against black?

Is it black against white?

Or is it even black against black?

I know that there are different terms

And different faces of it.

So what is it?

A trusted source informed me

That racism also means

Urban black against rural black.

Is racism the placard 

That many disillusioned blacks carry as

They chant through streets that have monuments?

Or is it the pressure that

Africans and African governments daily feel from Western governments?

Is racism found 

In the green card 

That has thrice been denied

To those of steadfast African pride?

Or is it in the "blackish" racial slurs

That we blacks often point towards those that are white?

Is racism and segregation

The selfish pride with which we

Boast about our different tribes?

Or is it a thing as trivial as

The subtle differences between you and I?

Huh!!! Man!!! you tell me,

There is an ongoing Ugandan notion

That the Baganda and the Banyankole

Cannot sit at the same table

Nor look each other in the eye;

That the north and south of Sudan

Cannot come together to make peace.

This is what racism really is;

The dividing lines are not just drawn by color,

It is not just as simple as black versus white.

No, it is the line that is drawn between you and I.

It is that time;

When I turn my face away from my brother's eye,

It is that time when we close our

Homes to the people that war is trying to find.

It is that day;

When to our brothers and sisters

We stop being kind.

It is the act of our hearts being blind

To the plight of our fellow mankind;

Be him black, brown, purple or white.

It is the short and fast exit

That was taken by the proponents of Brexit.

Racism is when we think that we are too superior

That we turn our backs from humanity,

From brotherhood;

Be him black, brown, purple or white.

A Poem written by Bruno Edgard.

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PERSPECTIVE

Tell me what you see

Tell me what you hear,

Tell me what you think is clear.

There are many voices speaking,

There are many ghosts in corners squeaking.

Everybody is shouting loud,

Nobody is getting heard.

Everyone is saying something,

And yet everyone is hearing nothing.

Is Donald Trump really colluding with Russia?

If so, is it really a bad thing?

Is the "democracy" of the democrats out to get him?

Or is it just a losers' witch hunt?

Nothing is ever as straight forward as it seems,

Especially in the political scene.

Politics is like a girl who is humble and virgin at morning light

And yet displays all her amenities by night.

Is the Ugandan government the only villain in the story?

Is there an opposition party?

Or are they different sides of the same coin?

Isn't everyone centrally a racist?

When we turn our backs on our brothers and sisters;

Of different tribes and different colors;

Isn't that what racism really means?

How can we really end racism

When as black people we display racism towards whites?

Is light better than darkness?

Or is darkness the sweet prequel before light?

Are we who we say we are?

Do you intend to keep your word when you shake that hand?

Do you intend to truly Love that girl when you put that ring through her finger?

Can you honestly say you fight for justice

When towards that child you pull the trigger?

Can I honestly say that I am who I'd say I would be?

Can I honestly say that the person that you meet everyday is really me?