Of ninety-nine-point-nine percent
Our genes are all the same!
So why do humans yet foment
The need for human shame?
One tenth of only one percent
Of children’s DNA,
That’s all that marks the discontent
Of parents’ racist play.
Yet children’s dreams do not augment
One pigment overall.
They dream in color’s full extent
In play both small and tall.
Lament the day then subsequent
When children play no more,
As parents, dreams, alas, repent
For colors lost before.
Of ninety-nine-point-nine percent
Perhaps it’s in a gene
To hoist one single pigment
And others yet demean.
One tenth of only one percent,
The odds of colors found?
Still I have hopes genes reinvent
On this the children’s playground.