The Tolerant Man
He feels he possesses a high tolerance.
Living side by side
with those he abhors
Tolerating the smells
and the sounds
of those lesser men.
He is of a proud race,
blonde hair blue eyes.
A future master of the world
he bides his time,
tolerating those lesser men.
Smiling, imagining the day
when he will rule.
When he will take
what should already be his.
Fortunately he is a truly tolerant man.
Tolerance of course does have its limits.
Tolerance can only last for so long.
He holds onto his glimmer of hope,
imagining those lesser men hung with rope,
one day their fat turned into soap!
When the time comes a joyous parade,
within a mass grave their bodies laid...
But for now he bides his time,
with tolerance he toasts with wine.
The visions in his head are so sublime
he wants what's theirs, he says "It's mein".
A sad chapter in human history, sadly these men still walk amongst us.
Read my other poem I wrote called "Tolerence" to know my thoughts".
For Debbie's "You say you want a revolution" Poetry Contest.
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