Intolerance For Homeless Humanity? Poem by Terence George Craddock

(a study questioning prejudice and intolerance)

The man bothers
acceptable me us
with his smell
his unbelonging
personal hell.

My. Our Tolerance.

Does not allow,
for him, for cultural
crushed differences,
for ethnic discarded
reality, in which he lives.

The man bothers me
insulated affluent us
with his homeless smell
his degraded unbelonging
personal broken hell.

Our Stonyhearted Tolerance

for him, for cultural crushed differences,
for ethnic discarded reality, in which he lives.
Tolerance is propaganda fickle does not extend,
into compassion tolerance, for target downtrodden,
in hate regime; festered intolerance for scapegoat others.


Copyright © Terence George Craddock