Why Are People Mean?
Why are people mean?I guess I know why.
It's that old guy.
You know him,
the old boogie man
But how does he do it?
How does he get someone
to hate another?
just because of skin color?
It makes no sense
to me.
I simply cannot see
why I should hate
because of nationality.
I understand anger
at bad deeds done,
I am one
whose let the sun
go down on my wrath.
But my heart wants
another path.
It is uncomfortable with hate
and cannot wait
to disengage
the urge to rage.
I do not like to
harbor the feeling.
But some thrive on it
and hate the healing.
That old devil
He has his lot.
But my heart
he has not.
I'll get over
my anger quick.
But some choose
to make it stick,
and keep it going
and help it grow,
until hate devours
any good they know.
Anger need not
grow into hate,
though they do
often relate.
Forgive quick
look for the best,
and soon the anger
will be laid to rest.
And without anger,
hate dies out.
Then peace will be
the victory shout.
Poetry by Phyllis J. Rhodes
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Written on 2006-11-08 at 22:30
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