The Farside
Devon L. Hendricks

Dark faces, pale faces.
Different personalities.
Different actions.
Are we all suppose to be
The same?
So hard to tell.
To condemn others for
Who they are.
To shun, push away and/or
Outcast our brothers and sisters.
Some are smart, beautiful, nice
And/or caring.
With qualities all their own.
But we all came from the same
Being.
Created equally yet, treated
So different.
Different choices and paths taken
In life, has made a society of
Unappreciative lumps.
Lumps of clay being molded
To disregard life's precious
Gifts.
To absorb successfulness and/or
Gratitude.
Is there no world beyond
Our own that is harmonized?
One in which love/peace is
All its concern?
Where innocent lives aren't shortened?
Where honesty, support, and respect
Are key?
Where the color of one's skin doesn't
Raise an eyebrow and/or impose
Such idiotic, meaningless stereotypes?
If by chance does such a
"farsided" world exist,
let me belong to its
population.
For the world in which I
Live, is composed of none
Of these.
Never has and never will.

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