Differences by Marty       If he’s confined to a wheelchair They always talk down at him. If she’s the victim of rape They claim she was weak. If we say what we feel They tend to ignore us. If I love my own sex They condemn me to hell.   It happens again and again; To everybody at times. Will the sticks and the stones Help them grow stronger?   If you’re wearing strange clothes Don’t play in our park. If your language is foreign Don’t live on our street. If your skin’s the wrong colour Don’t ride on our bus. If your god is not ours We’re better than you.   And for the times I was the one That was doing the crushing, I beg for forgiveness; Not least from myself.         Please let me know what you think about this piece. Click on the button above and leave a comment in my forum.   Back to My Poetry Page The Authors Haunt Author Directory The Authors Haunt Library The Authors Haunt Home

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