Peter Manton

Rookie - 0 Points (07/09/89 / Isle of Man - United Kingdom)

He Who Stands High - Poem by Peter Manton

Not a penny to my name,
Such a man be put to shame.

I hath no place I call home,
No family to call my own.

They left me here to rot.
I was rejected, they spat on me, mocked me, tortured me.

Such memories hath plagued my mind,
The ever growing torture indulged.

But I ask, which factor sunders myself from any other person?
My colour, race, appearance, my religion?
Are we all but the same being?

Such predigest and discrimination, fueled by imminent evil oppressed on this world.

Justice is soon to come, then finally no man will be mistreated, but treated equally, no matter who he is.

“The sinful will be punished, and I shall stand high among my brothers. And all men will unite as one…”

Such a time has elude my presence,
My life taken, myself forsaken.

As I lie here by my grave,
I write this poem to such a man I may save.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 13, 2006

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