race realtions, and the idea darker races live in the shadow of lighter races |
Judas speaks in a slow tongue: “Monsieur you must not worry, we will gladly protect You,” as Another, hidden in the shadows, worries aloud to the god He believes will save His soul; this man is graceful&delicate like the night which sleeps as the moon acts hours across the sky, He, with darkgodly skin, is no more than humanity unknown in this world beyond contemptuous glances (the unbroken soul of hope oppressed by fearful hatred of brilliance, awaiting freedom); “You must know Your place, and act appropriately, otherwise tomorrow will no longer live in Your eyes.” He hears from white lips, the evil benevolence daunting, as Judas speaks low: “do not pray to a god whom has abandoned You with the gift of darkskin; he has no pity for You and his forsaken Your Brethren; become anew in worship, and forget the communion of race, place Your faith in us the true saviors of this world and salvation will be Yours.” He cannot understand such sacrifice, to worship another man would only destroy His soul; yet daily He lives in the shadows of this man’s world, unloved for whom He is, yet renowned for what He is. |