Prejudice knows our fickle nature like an oracle
Mounts and rides on our colour and tongues like a bicycle
It seems a futile wish
To cast aside this segregating cold dish
We walk in racial circles or in colour squares
Never together though no one really cares
Why do we play this game of ethnic cards?
That holds us hostage like armed guards?
We passed each other every single day
But never found the right words to say
What our eyes speak as our paths cross
Every discrimination and hurt yet another albatross
2007-06-15 06:50:41 · 6 answers · asked by TOO HOT 4 in Arts & Humanities ➔ Poetry
wow
i especially love the first line in the second stanza
actually the whole thing..
poetry is brought to life by idea
your own at that
i love it
2007-06-15 07:02:53 · answer #1 · answered by avaughn09 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋
I like it.But, I don't get the bicycle allusion. Instead of "like" armed guards, wouldn't "by" be better and make more sense? The last stanza is VERY powerful!! Overall, a good poem.
Chow!!
2007-06-15 07:27:07 · answer #2 · answered by No one 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
You have done a magnificent job of capturing the essence of racial prejudice, and the way we tend to ignore its existence, yet never being unaware of its presence.
One of the better poems I have read in this section!
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2007-06-15 07:25:08 · answer #3 · answered by BlueFeather 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
noble ideas behind them, but they do not seem good as pieces of poetry.
2007-06-15 06:55:02 · answer #4 · answered by soloman11 1 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Emo
Reads well, kind of like it.
2007-06-15 06:57:29 · answer #5 · answered by RT 6 · 0⤊ 0⤋
it good
2007-06-15 06:58:11 · answer #6 · answered by Anonymous · 0⤊ 0⤋