A New Era

He draws himself along the pavement,
Snake, unseen, reviled thing. Don't
Touch him. He could turn and bite.
His colors are the ones you paint.
Perhaps he passes in a dress.
Perhaps his skin is scary dark,
Or a kaffiyeh's on his head,
And his words are not those
You speak. You blanch and
Lead the kids away. Who lets
Such people slither freely?
“Liberals,” your neighbor says,
“But we have got them on the
Run, and soon will clean
The streets.”



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-11-26 at 14:01

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