Goodbye Yellow Brick Road.
Prefer to judge quality of character,
Rather than colour of skin.
Melanin don’t mean much to me.
We’re all Human Beings,
Homo Sapiens Sapiens,
One Wise To Being Wise.
Bags of meat & bone,
In a long finite cycle of life.
LUCA on, to us.
Wouldn’t you love to see life flourish,
Across our cosmos?
Trees & Grasses,
Corals & Flowers,
Growing Across The Universe.
Galaxies Filled With Stars & Flowers.
Alas.
As Asimov.
“Not In My Time.”
Torches borne by my inspirations.
Punks of the 70s,
On through until today.
Now several gens united.
Cute to see people holding hands,
Protecting minorities,
Whilst wearing spikes & leather.
Had short buzzed mohawk,
One year,
Midst;
Soccer & Ultimate –
Nineteen or so.
Called me Bebop,
Via Ninja Turtles.
Now.
White hairs in my beard.
Black’s still painted,
On My fingernails.
Galaxies Filled With Stars & Flowers.
