Colourblind

Noir, black, dark, blanch, white and fair;
From the heart and mind to the eyes, ears and tongue,
In soccer, chess, print, piano music and the infamous cocoa-
Why then do we condemn or appraise when they make their debut,
On the most harmless of all stages?

Does it matter who the beauty flowed from?
For after all,
Pele, Kasparov, Chopin, and Lindt were all artists;
And art knows nothing but beauty.

Would you condemn a perfectly arced ball or a flawless melody?
And raise your eye at a daring poem
Except in praise?

So forget our misguided and baseless notions,
And when we can justify Luther’s Dream,
I know that you will say with your heart;
“What a Wonderful World”.