My Plight

Sharp pains, Bleeding of the heart, Thought that separates, Disguised in attitude, Shown to students. 'Tolerance' Am I to tolerate? Just because he is a lecturer, eggheads or book masters, Mean or crooked, A church goer or A mosque goer. Because I am Christian, I am indoctrinate with a slice of humanity's paradox, "When you tolerate you hold yourself in high esteem" Yet we are dealt with intolerance, With their red pens, They toil with our destiny. They disguise us with their ideologies, We look away in tolerance, Proud they feel. We don’t crave for tolerance Like They wish to be valued, respected, obeyed. To be seen as saints, Yet they label us revolutionaries, Will today be the day To be heard and have a say?

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Beata Agustin

Date: 11/20/2024 9:27:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.