Why do you run?
Constantly moving from here to there.
Are you not tired?
Do your feet not hurt?
Is it because your lovely coat
Has become stained
Or has it changed?
Is that why you hide?
Scared of the filth on you
So blindly you charge.
Forgetting your coat is white,
You hide it even more.
I wish you wouldn't run and hide,
Because for once someone has looked;
Someone has entered the chase.
I'm sure you will be caught.
And soon you will know
What it means to be White.
