A rhyming poem about the physical traits of humans; a poem meant to be thought-provoking. |
The human eye’s iris color may be amber, blue, gray, green, hazel, red, or brown. When another’s eye color we may see to differ from ours, it doesn’t make us frown. A person’s hair color may be some shade of black, brown, red, auburn, blond, gray or white. Some even will become bald, I’m afraid. Over hair color, we don’t want to fight. People come thin or fat and short or tall. We are tolerant of all body types. We mind these above traits hardly at all. Differences in them lead to few gripes. Yet, one human trait leads many to hate. Skin color may be a variation of white, yellow, red, brown, or black by Fate. This trait alone brings discrimination. What a better world surely it would be if the color of one’s skin, eyes, and hair were treated all the same, with each trait free from undue bias. Will Man arrive there? Will someday Mankind ever realize we all are Human Beings, all the same? This improved state can materialize if we will stop our ignorant skin game. Poetic format: quatrains with lines 1 and 3, 2 and 4 end-rhymed, 10 syllables per line) Please check out my ten books: http://www.amazon.com/Jr.-Harry-E.-Gilleland/e/B004SVLY02/ref=ntt_dp_epwbk_0 |