What do I owe my fellow man
Of equal skill and mind
Friendly support an upward hand
A word that's soft and kind
And he owes me nothing more
Than a kind hello a welcome door
And when I'm down all that I ask
A sip of kindness from his flask
But what of man of lesser mind
To him I cannot be unkind
They say all are created equal
A lie to which I find no sequel
A man of crooked spine and gate
Would find it hard equality to state
We all are different, that's a fact
Some less careful some more exact
Some are born with greater skills
And some with unimaginable ills
Some are smart and quick of mind
Some born slow and life unkind
So when you hear that trite old saw
All are created without flaw
Someone is trying to rationalise
Human inequality with outright lies
Equality is just a word
That's sometimes used to be absurd
If all were created to be the same
There'd be no greats only mundane
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. I loved the way you described the whole thing. The poem was written well with nice texture and imagery. I rated it 10. Thanks for sharing..... Kindly read and rate my poem 'A humble complaint' on page 2. Best regards Akmal