Polka Dot People
What would we all look like ... with polka dots?
I am now ... the enemy
By simply being a white middle-aged man
I have now become the symbol of 'hater' and 'hated'
Is it something I have done?
No, because I am devoted to love and acceptance
The eradication of ALL hate is all I care about
It is my politics, my religion, and my sole social stance
No, it is simply because of a decision that society has made
A reflex response to political correctness
In deference to things done by a small section of hateful folks
Who LOOK like I do ...
It's nothing new, sadly, nothing unusual or rare
It's been done to every group of humankind that ever existed
And it was always a minority that created the angst
The select few who gave the rest a sore eye
I fear that this world will NEVER be able to purge hatred
Not so long as ANY differences exist between us
Skin color, eye shape, clothing, status
Differences are something to fear, it seems
And fear, we know, translates to hatred
Perhaps tomorrow would shine much brighter -
Perchance this world would spin much easier -
If we all woke up with polka dots
For at least then we would be alike in a way too obvious to ignore
And maybe, just maybe, the hate would end.
It would be no more crazy ...
Than the reasons we find now to separate us
It would be no more absurd ...
Than what we find on the news each day
No more ridiculous or insane ...
Written and submitted on January 22, 2019
For the "Polka Dots" Poetry Contest
Edward Ibeh, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2019