Roger A. Rose

Rookie - 316 Points (July 20th,1945 / Madrid, Iowa)

Bigot, -Me? - Poem by Roger A. Rose

Prejudice seated deeply
in dark recesses.
Placed far back in forgotten

Small town redneck boy
Differences are not
to trust.

Grown man professing
'All men are created

Dark thoughts creeping
through light.
Heaven help me.
Bigot, -Me?

Children playing, laughing,
one white, one black
At which one,
will I smile?

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Topic(s) of this poem: feelings

Poet's Notes about The Poem

This is a questioning of ones feelings.

Comments about Bigot, -Me? by Roger A. Rose

  • Rookie - 0 Points David Threadgold (10/3/2008 11:26:00 AM)

    Hi Roger. Thought provoking words which I'm sure many have asked before. well written and well read. Thanks for the read. Regards Dave T (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, July 30, 2014

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