All men are different
All men are the same
It’s how you choose to see us,
Remember you’re part of this game.
People all have prejudices
And we each paper on our views,
So when we come to judge someone,
It’s what we choose to choose.
And when the moment’s heated
Fairness goes out the door;
We don’t hear what the other has said
It’s “How can we even the score? ”
The original issue becomes obscured
Our tongues are ping-pong bats;
Using wicked words as weapons
In fruitless tit-for-tats.
We like to think we’re intelligent,
Sensible and smart
Easily handling everyone...
Except those held in our heart.
© Ray Mather 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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