Small people who are big to themselves ignore the world around them to focus on the smallness of the unimportant. Bigotry takes many forms.

In A Small Village Square

In a small village square
lived some small people there
who were normal in stature
but were very slow to mature.

They were bothered silly;
worried about "Old Billy"
who lived in the town's park,
in a box he had covered in bark.

The small people surmised
that he tainted their eyes,
so they closed them when passing
the one who starved while fasting.

Not one did approach him.
ne're did he encroach them.
he simply stayed to himself,
not bothering anyone else.

But the Bigotry grew
and the small people knew
that the box house in the park
must certainly burn at dark.

So with their small matches,
they gathered in batches,
to stamp out the hideous blight,
in a riot of flame and fright.

Flames roared as evil cried,
"Yes, murder is alive!"
Death came to "Old Bill" that night.
He smothered without a fight.

Now be careful of that park.
Small people stand in the dark
whispering words of a town
that brought a small village down.

In a small village square
there are no people there.
Scattered like ash in the wind
the village burnt to its own end.

Kathy Lockhart

Poetry by Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-06-07 at 05:37

Tags Bigotry  Hatred  Suffering 

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Great Tale and Lesson in this piece.

No more accolates needed the piece speaks for itself.

Masterfully Woven.. (BM)

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
hi there Kathy this is so very true of lots of small minded enclosed communities well done for the exposure rgds mik

Wow!! What an interesting, meaningful write. Reminds me of the Hunchback of Notre Dame--how everyone in the town wanted him dead. Very chilling!! BRAVO!

Christoffer Waye
Great poem Kathy i espesially likethe rhymes and the poems inner rythm Great read :D

Zoya Zaidi
There is a short story by Maxim Gorky,
Called: " Out of nothing better to do".
Now in they story they watch a woman,
Middle aged or about, befriend a widower,
They hound them about, apprehend them
In a barn, in a compromising stance,
And out of shame the woman commits suicide.
This the story of how jest can take a life.
Just because they had nothing else to do,
They amused them selves by peeping in others' lives...

***hugs Kathy for beringing back that story to me***

love, xxx, Zoya