Objective Literature Poem by James McLain

How I know it's not
when I spend
hours on one poem.

How I know it is
when without thought
it gets a one.

History
is a lesson
of the past it comes
ands gone.

Their are very few
compared to you whom
can read minds.

Their are billions more
whom hate
the way that were
never tolerant taught.

Then their are the ones
who'd keep
men down and in the
dark!

Are you one of them
whom never
gave a second thought
to what is right
and what is wrong?