~ A poem of enlightenment ~
He felt nothing,
his life of hate
is in disarray.
He felt nothing,
his festering soul
is in slow decay.
A dark sadness
blocks his way.
But then, one wondrous
marvelous miraculous day
he was sad no more.
His burden of bigotry
had given way.
Where only black and white
were in endless melee,
shades of gray began to play.
He saw the same things
he used to see.
But not the same way
they used to be.
Black is not so bad,
white is not so good.
He is not so proud
of where he once stood.
As his darkness retreated
he saw the falsehoods.
Ashamed of being played
like a babe in the woods.
Now his soul is conscious,
his heart is filled to the brim.
All his synapses are firing,
the force is strong inside him.
This one now thinks for himself.
There is much good left to be done,
more souls still to save from the dark.
Go forth now my son,
it’s a better life on which you embark.
Ridge © 2021
Naively, Yet Doggedly,
With But My Pen And Faculty
I Decry Hatred, Violence, And Bigotry
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