Color

The buzzing horse markets amidst the bustling metropolis of the ancient ages,

The traders competed for the best of the horses, 

It was quite a cornucopia of the most majestic horses, yet,

The one which won the hearts of all, the best of the traders and even the worst of them was - 

A stark black horse, it's darkness the epitome of a moonless night,

Fur as dark as the tenebrosity within a devil's soul.

It galloped freely, strode across the free lands, a tender breeze teasing its regal fur.

It was indeed its darkness, the color black, which stood out, yet, I wonder at times,

When it comes to humans, why does the said color

Become oh so repulsive, oh so hated, harshly lambasted, derided upon.

Is it because perhaps, somehow, humans do not find it in themselves 

To love a fellow human, to respect a living person, as they do

For an animal of the same color?

The markets of the past surely did buzz with heaps of praise on those dark horses, yet,

Those same markets drowned in an abyss of loathing when it came to humans of the same color.