A storm is coming
A storm is coming
I can feel it,
I can hear it.
People are tense,
Sick with fear,
Though it is hidden underneath
The threats and promises.
People are fighting and hating
Because they do not know how
To tolerate others' differences, however small.
The differences in how we live,
The differences of our races,
Of our religions.
People are trying to hurt others'
Because of mere jealousy and resentment,
Of what one has and of how one chooses to live.
People are trying to force ideas and beliefs on us,
In their eyes there is no room for us,
No room for individuality.
A storm is about to hit,
I can feel it,
I can hear it.
I only pray that the storm ends,
Soon after it hits,
Before it’s too late,
Before the blood of innocent people
Is spilled.
I can feel the storm coming
In the form of war
Of hate, violence, anger and resentment
And huge cases of intolerance.
I only hope and pray
That at the end of the rainbow
We find the pot of gold,
The gift of peace, love and the strength to tolerate and respect others; and the knowledge
That we can all live on this earth,
united by our small differences.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-06 05:48:41
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