Prejudice Poems
Meeting And Passing
by Robert Frost
As I went down the hill along the wall
There was a gate I had leaned at for the view
And had just turned from when I first saw you
As you came up the hill. We met. But all
We did that day was mingle great and small
Footprints in summer dust as if we drew
The figure of our being less than two
But more than one as yet. Your parasol
Pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust.
And all the time we talked you seemed to see
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Patriotism 02 Nelson, Pitt, Fox
by Sir Walter Scott
TO mute and to material things
New life revolving summer brings;
The genial call dead Nature hears,
And in her glory reappears.
But oh, my Country's wintry state
What second spring shall renovate?
What powerful call shall bid arise
The buried warlike and the wise;
The mind that thought for Britain's weal,
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An Essay On Criticism
by Alexander Pope
Part I
INTRODUCTION. That it is as great a fault to judge ill as to write ill, and a more dangerous one to the public. That a true Taste is as rare to be found as a true Genius. That most men are born with some Taste, but spoiled by false education. The multitude of Critics, and causes of them. That we are to study our own Taste, and know the limits of it. Nature the best guide of judgment. Improved by Art and rules, which are but methodized Nature. Rules derived from the practice of the ancient poets. That therefore the ancients are necessary to be studied by a Critic, particularly Homer and Virgil. Of licenses, and the use of them by the ancients. Reverence due to the ancients, and praise of them.
'Tis hard to say if greater want of skill
Appear in writing or in judging ill;
But of the two less dangerous is th'offence
To tire our patience than mislead our sense:
Some few in that, but numbers err in this;
Ten censure wrong for one who writes amiss;
A fool might once himself alone expose;
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Dear Dr. Nelson Mandela
by Godwins RatlabalaCongratulations on your landslide victory! This crowning glory of your grand inauguration, Gives your people their well-desired satisfaction. "Namhla si ne elikhulu inhlahla, Ngoba nangu uPresident wethu uRolinhlahal." Here is the real hero: Dr. Nelson Mandela. Here is the ideal hero: Dr. Nelson Mandela. As this country's State President, He is its first resident: For, he has won the majority votes through the ballot papers, Exactly as predicted by many of this country's major newspapers. As head of this fledgling state, He does not other races hate. He does not want the majority, To be ruled by the minority: Although he know that: Truth does not necessarily depend upon the majority, But may also be held by the minority: If such truth depends solely on impartiality, And no ton vested interests and partiality, If such truth is fundamentally undeniable and based on objectivity, To ensure the exclusion of all such forms of exclusivity. But in politics, social justice, economics, true democracy, fairness and peace depend on the majority, To this basic principle of justice, they must bow down those who are in the minority. He is the champion of the cause of the poor. He is also promising politician who is a doer. He is not a bit opposed to this people being freely Christianized; For, Christianity goes hand in glove with being better and eternally civilized: For, only proper and fitting fruitful education, authentic and credible Christianity can produce a lasting and enduring civilization, For, the attainment of spiritual and guaranteed by Christianization. His faith, hope, knowledge of history, politics and law sustained his high frustration tolerance, For, the love for his people, God, liberation and freedom also nourished his perseverance. He exudes a personality that is likeable and pleasant. With the needs of his people he is well conversant. He is liked for his pleasant personality and refined humour. He just does not believe in hearsay evidence or rumor. He is always in a cheerful mood. Moderately though, he does take his food. He does not use his position to horde money. His political speeches and words are not phoney. He works with ardour and untiring zeal, For the love of his people's weal. For the truth, fairness and justice he will always firmly stand, He will ably guide and lead his people in their fatherland. As a politician he is keen and shrewd. As a leader, he strictly condemns amongst his followers, lawlessness, For no human being has in his behavior shown flawlessness. In his political leadership, he strictly follows the rule of law, As a human being, he also has many a minor flaw. He is not given to outbursts of anger, For that is for his person a danger, Nor is he irritable, Neither is he irascible. He has a pricking conscience, Formed by the sacred science. He hates injustice, Bias and prejudice. He is always not proud. He does not talk loud.
Continue readingI Passed Away Today
by Patricia Bradford
The World I said passed away today,
But I had really died along the way.
Prejudice, hate, jealousy, pain
Was not something I could explain.
I wanted love, joy, peace,
And all the wars to cease. I loved my world, strange as it may seem,
For I was born there to dream.
Love, laughter, sunshine, snow
Intelligence, wisdom and knowledge of God,
Was all I wanted to know.
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102. Parallels
by Kea Campbell
Light from two bulbs drapes over my bathroom mirror;
One filament severed and the other quite near.
Steam fogs my reflection from the uselessness of the shower.
A familiar feeling of my lungs: wrangled and floundered.
Sago by my sill, most placate, my mind.
A kind sight to your eye; you'd die for a bite.
White-potted for pleasantries, and loved to a tee.
Mutualistic co-habitants in a cycle of exchanging O2 for C.
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Boys and Bugs
by Ben Quinn
I used to be friends with a boy named Isaac.
But Isaac told me that he likes Bugs.
Nasty, crawling, wriggling, chitinous things.
We played rochambeau in class.
I try not to think about that, his hands are probably unclean.
He tries to change my mind. I won’t listen.
What if I start to like bugs?
Disgusting.
Makes me sick, sick to my core.
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Falsely Accused By Billions
by Randy Johnson
I bought a shotgun at a flea market without knowing that it was used to commit a horrible crime.
The former owner used the shotgun to kill an entire family and I was about to have to do hard time.
The police came to my house and confiscated the shotgun.
They thought I was the guilty party, they thought I was the one.
The entire world turned against me, I was a person who billions of people hated.
People said that I should go to the gas chamber and if I did, it would be celebrated.
Even though the public had turned against me, I convinced the police to have doubts.
I told them over and over that somebody else was the killer and they decided to check it out.
They found the real killer and it wasn't long before he was placed under arrest.
The cops showed him the bodies of his victims and he broke down and confessed.
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Why I Am A Liberal
by Robert Browning
"Why?" Because all I haply can and do,
All that I am now, all I hope to be,--
Whence comes it save from fortune setting free
Body and soul the purpose to pursue,
God traced for both? If fetters, not a few,
Of prejudice, convention, fall from me,
These shall I bid men--each in his degree
Also God-guided--bear, and gayly, too?
But little do or can the best of us:
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There's A Dark Cloud Over My Head
by Leon Thomas Lee
There is a dark cloud over my head
With every move i make, every step i take
It keeps following me
Lord you know i want to free
Dark clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds
Now as the rain begins to fall, i feel so small
I'm always getting wet with the rain of prejudice
Look there is a mist of discrimation
And the fog of injustice
Dark clouds, dark clouds, dark clouds hanging over my head
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