The sun rises
And glistens
Somebody surmises
And whispers
Some people are higher
But others are the difference
But to a child
In the system
It’s hard to hear the difference
If all you do is listen
Impossible to see the resemblance
If you only use your vision.
People are different
Some wiser
And some ignorant
There are misers
And the generous
The Kaisers
And the peasants
There are liars
And the innocent
Those of us hard-wired
And those turned to pilgrims
The wild and wicked
But some just magicians.
But to a child
In the system
it’s hard to hear the difference
If all you do is listen
Impossible to see the resemblance
If you only use your vision.
The scale of barterers,
Is in their decisions
There are martyrs and victims,
Crusaders on missions,
Rulers and their decisions,
Populations with provisions
A system of divisions
Based on pigment,
wealth, and religion.
There are those who want homogeny
But others that support dichotomies.
Those who support ideologies
Others who want better for their progeny.
But to a child
In the system
it’s hard to hear the difference
If you only listen
Impossible to see the resemblance
If you only use your vision
Every man is measured
But we all get measured different
Some of us in inches
Others by their forgiveness
Some for their needs
and some by their deeds.
Some with their gold
Others by their debt
The people that we hold
And the ones we never met
Some who will fold
And others that will bet
Those of us bold
And others with regrets.
Some of us are molds
But we are all just silhouettes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always question everything, Jason. Always! I enjoyed your poem. Thanks