Playing The Race Card Poem by Mary Nagy
Playing The Race Card
It angers me to hear this.
I hate to tell you so.
It gets me so frustrated
and I had to let you know.
I didn't donate blood
because I thought that ''they'' were white.
I gave my blood to help them...
because I knew that it was right.
When you play the race card
it angers many souls.
Where once there was compassion,
there now are empty holes.
I feel it's not accepted
as just a touch from those who care.
It turns into a ''race thing''
and that just isn't fair.
i tend to think of my brothers and sisters belonging to the human race and our blood be red Warm regards allan
Good sentiments coming from a good soul. Sadly, I think that management in the East may have been unduly influenced by the race thing. H
I just wish 'race' wasn't always brought up as an issue..... I truly believe many people do not even think about color. I don't and I know many people that don't give it a thought. I wish more people could just see that we are all humans....of many different shades to be appreciated. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 4:28:16 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Mary, I think you and your heart are so beautiful, but I think people like George W everyday play the race card, first to win elections and then to consider the suffering of black people and the poor second class to the affluent.