After A Conversation With A Bigot (ed/repost)
'When you cut me, I will surely bleed
blood-red; and just the same, indeed
as every person of every race,
of every creed and hue of face;
and though the rivers of blood may flow
it's not because (we surely know)
of any policy or legislation
or measure against discrimination;
no; for sure, on the contrary
Tiberian foaming, it seems to me
results from the evil of human intent;
ignorance - mental negligence.
Law and policy cannot curb
idiotic voices that wish to be heard;
and sticks and stones may indeed break bones
but remember the impact of words alone.
I have no time for the prejudiced mind,
with vacant heart, unseeing eyes blind;
so if you wish to converse with me
I expect to hear humanity.
Yes, cut me and I will surely bleed.
I hope for the day when all might heed
equality of humans; and, further, that
one need not seek to 'prove' that fact.'
poem by Tara Sloblock
Added by Poetry Lover
Comment! | Vote! | Copy!
