Those Nagging Doubts

The anger we encounter from most folk,
the way they alternately rage and sulk
to hear us say blacks in a French banlieue
and US ghetto showcase one IQ
is proof that they unconsciously suspect
our “dated” thinking may yet be correct:
ridiculous ideas are met with frowns;
no one demands the heads of circus clowns.
Society, in casting “racists” out,
tries to eliminate that private doubt
we’ve built it on a lie that may come due
by judging man one creature through and through.
But witch hunters can’t fix their faith’s mistake
by putting its reminders to the stake.