Written over 3 years ago, this poem-prayer is more fervent than ever TONIGHT.

The Dark Side of White

The day soon is coming—one of these nights
when we’ll fin’lly wake up on the dark side of white.
That world is waiting, eager for birth
the one where character measures your worth.

And it will be born, by war or by peace
but sure as hell not by the law or the police;
those systems have neither the vision nor sight
to carry us through to the dark side of white.

The alt-right may rile, feeding off fears,
lies, disappointment that’s festered for years,
but their torch-bearing terror and cross-burning fright
will be swept clean away on the dark side of white.

And the roles that were groomed for us and our kin,
the priv’lege coded by the color of our skin,
will finally come up “transaction declined”—
that’s the way it will be on the dark side of white.

So our world is right, to feel on the edge
but the point is to leap, not to cling to the ledge
Me? I’m ready to dream of that soon-coming night
when we’ll fin’lly wake up on the dark side of white.

David R. Weiss
2017.10.15