pablum

I was bottle fed bigotry

Prejudices were pablum

To be swallowed without question

Did my teething on intolerance

I was fed spoonful after spoonful

of mashed bananas with racism

washed down with hypocrisy

Before I lost my baby teeth

I knew that girls were less than

I was fed a steady diet of hate

and lies

and pride?

I was fed this set of beliefs as a child

My guess is You were fed some hatred too

But we are no longer being Force fed

I’ve changed my diet, have you?

~Melanie Thomason

See Original

The Color of Peace

photo credit: qthomasbower via photopin cc

photo credit: qthomasbower via photopin cc
 
 
I gave a purple orchid to a woman
Who lived amongst the ISIS hard of heart
I told her how to wear it in her radiant dark hair
And how to turn her hate back into art
 
I gave to her a pallet from the rainbow
A canvass and a brush to paint her call
For if to kill another soothes your rest less soul
Then paint a master piece upon the wall
 
She spoke to me in anger of repression
Of injustice and the depths of bigotry
I handed her a dove on olive branches
And told her only peace would set her free
 
She said she heard this story long before me
In languages of which I’d never known
She said that I should look back into history
For one in burkas did not cast the stone
 
I gave a rainbow flag to her to wave
To replace the weapons resting in her hands
A thousand paper cranes would grant her wishes
To bring the peace upon her cherished land
 
She placed her loaded weapon on the ground
The orchid resting calmly in her hair
She took the brush and pallet to the wall of tolerance
And painted peace with all her soul could bear

Copyright © 2015 All Rights Reserved

Only P E A C E will set us free…

Michael33

See Original