Predjudice

I fear to go where angels tread, for then I may meet with the dead.
The silent whispers on the nigh, I start to shake and then I cry.
So harden are we that we barely saw, on the rooftops when the bombs did fall.
Taking innocent lives, one by one, and we knew not a one.
Dare we judge on ones dear race, or the slant of the eyes on their face.
For if we do, needless to say, we will then be judged anew.
Heroshima, the Holocost, and Iraq too..
are mistakes that we all have dealt with, me and you too.
Pearl Harbor, though in the past, you can still see the ships, even some masts..
Prejudice reigns, near and far, yet when we think about it, it leaves an awful scar,
on the face of humanity, and our children too..
How could Gods creation, turn into such a zoo?
Fear of the night, for someone might, step on that doorstep,
and then you run, as he points at you with a gun.
Shadows fall across the night, and you run in fear, with the night..
on the one chance you will see that fear is there in you and me.
You think it’s the black man, and maybe Italian too, but what if they felt the same about you? Fear and Lothing should be past but not as long as someone’s ass is in an uproar about some thing some tiny inevitable thing that keeps that freedom bell from starting to ring.