Snow Is White

Snow is white He was born in a rather narrow-minded town that had strict rules for acceptable behaviour, no bars, no restaurant serving alcohol and no public display of affection. A Muslim scholar who came to this town by navigational error, left in a hush, claiming the city was too Pakistani Houses were painted white, or very light-yellow no other colours were allowed, a rebel, a communist painted his house red, the law came down hard on him, said his house was a fire hazard, had to paint white over the red that made his dwelling look like a diabetic ulcer. When new people bought the house, they scrapped off the old colour painted the house brilliantly white, only to discover "white" was no longer a favourite colour. Any colour would do but white. Books and articles were written about how terrible the whites 500 years ago, were, colonizing nonwhite countries behaving cruelly statues of that time were thrown into the sea, great noise from the righteous people of the day. The whites took to hating themselves in winter use self-tanning cream and in summers sat so long time on the beach they got wrinkled skin and cancers. But not despair everything is in transition, like men who feel like women cut off their penises and wear frocks only to discover nothing had been wrong with them, just being gay. Too late for them, you might say, but it is also too late for us as we gladly walk down the path in an oblivious haze towards the bleaching of the bones.