One last poem at the end of my day

AS STUPIDITY CONTINUES TO RAGE

You were made short.
I was made tall.
Why should that make
Any difference at all?

Your people–dark.
My people–light.
For that we make war
The reason to fight?

You don’t like me.
Think I don’t like you.
We’ve not even met…
Perhaps time that we do?

 

Copyright 2012 http://www.anotherthousandwords.wordpress.com

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