Racism?

Racism?

For certain 'tis wrong to judge a man,
by colour or shade of fleshly tan.
For a man is more than his outer shell,
he has a brain, his wits, as well!
Alas, though here does Wealth appear.
And Wealth flows down in families, near.
And such advantage as wealth accrues,
does create difference twixt me, and you.
Now Meritocracy does a Utopian dream,
require, to bring forth from each to esteem,
their noble talents, their best, their flower,
however, live we in strict Free Market bower.
Wherein, no Meritocracy does remain,
and Money rules as God, for shame.
For Money discriminates without fear,
and grinds down any Man, coloured or clear,
who falls before it's threshing arms, and cannot pay to avoid it's harms !

Racism Poem by Tamara Wilding Feb 2016