Hatred

February 4, 2016

A man called me an idiot for no good reason, and I wondered why ? I recounted an event where a black man was racist towards me - he punched me off a bench when I sat next to him, because of the sole reason I was white. Lastly I remembered a dying homeless person I walked by every day in LA, until he finally went to the other side… I always wondered, could’ve there been something I could’ve done for him ?

Image from Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

A man called me an idiot today,

Why exactly ? I can’t really say…

His words cut deep into my mind,

A great deal of thought they have left behind.

Why oh why did you treat me so ?

A mere stranger, you don’t even know ?

Another punched me as I was white and he was black,

Deep inside I wonder, shouldn’t he of all be sickened by that ?

I understand the history, of which I took no part,

but today’s another day, and mine’s a newly born heart.

Our world’s engulfed in fear I figure, and so is he,

but then again he might be saying the same about me.

I saw a homeless man die, and I saw how nobody cared.

I saw the police took his body away, how his soul wasn’t spared.

A great deal of things a man has to devour,

Before it all gets pointless in his last final hour.