The Demon

When men were more primal, they were suspicious of all outside their clan, they would band together for survival, still today suspecting won't give way and lives in the heart of each, and every man. It goes by the name of indifference, the demon that breeds with hate. Now there's been a revival, but all men are still tribal, a victim of our fate. We all must fight this demon, for it is our very souls we have at stake. I never considered myself racist, because I did not hate. but I did not love; I did not feel, and I didn't even think. Men of another color were so little to me. I did not hate them, I did not loathe them, I just let them be. They were the object of my indifference, said that demon deep in me; buried too deep to see, the demon that would not go free. It is few men that get to look within, at the indifference they have sown. Fewer men still get the change to kill, that demon in their soul. At the birth of my grandson Jordan, who was fathered by a race not my own. Love for that child shined bright through my heart, so that demon in me I could see. The object of my indifference my grandson could never be. His love I now hold, it fill the hole in my soul where a demon once lived in me.