Below is the poem entitled Intolerance which was written by poet
Duddle. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Ruddy youths, outside my house
Can't walk to the shops at night.
Hanging on the street corner.
They even follow me to the pub.
They ought to get a job.
Instead of bothering pensioners like me.
I bet they'd mug you just for being old.
I can tell by the way they look.
I can tell by the way they dress.
It's not safe around here no more.
Ths is not the best of areas.
But we have to make the most of it.
I feel sorry for the old folk sometimes.
But at night I like to watch out for them.
Make sure they get to and from the shops.
It's a bit tiring after working all day.
The care home is very demanding.
But me and my friends enjoy the work.
Returning something for what was done for us.
I understand though why some are mistrusting.
Maybe one day the media will report positives.
And not stories that cause fear and intolerance.