Compassion Poem

Poem About Racism

Sadly, it seems as though racism is increasing. I was never exposed to it as a child. We were taught that character was what was important, not color. I have friends in many races, and it saddens me when people are hurt by intolerant people. I realize that people are victims of their own upbringing and see no need to change. I can only pray for better understanding in the future.

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Tolerance

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Published: April 6, 2018

Perpetuating hatred--
It's happening every day,
While many who contribute
Would be the first to say,
"Don't call me a bigot.
I'm broadminded as can be.
It's just that I don't believe
In a mixed society."

So deeply has this poison spread.
The roots have long been buried.
Still, in a small child's fertile mind
Some seeds will still be carried.
If they have heard somebody
Speak out with great contempt
About a color or a race,
Then hatred will ferment.

It later will flourish
If no one interferes.
Racial slurs and epitaphs
Will frequently appear.
There is an old Indian quotation,
One that clearly speaks.
"Don't judge a person 'til you have walked
In his moccasins many weeks."

There is no person living today
Who wouldn't somewhere be an outcast.
If everyone would just remember that,
We might have peace at last.

more by Alora M. Knight

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