"helping hands/ fighting fists (acceptance)" *with poem info!*
Helping hands are fighting fists,
each with reasons each have missed,
Further back from where we've been,
As we stare at faces we can't read.
They're kicking our castles into sand,
Cup the watered efforts in our hands,
Words in red won't tell we're dead,
But that's what the men of the cloth demand.
Where there once was a point is now a fight,
Where some say it's wrong for some to have rights,
But 'some' can be 'one' if we sound less maligned,
By defusing hatred with love and reach acceptance with time.
Explanation:
This poem is about the struggle between minorities and majorities. There are places in the world where believing in something is wrong and even illegal, there was once a time where the color of our skin determined if we could walk into a store to buy food, and more recently there has been a fight for love in which people don't agree to the same sex forming matrimonial ties with each other. The poem mainly is about how people spot differences in everybody and because of something that is not the 'same', can then only be interpreted (and becomes synonymous) as being 'wrong'.
each with reasons each have missed,
Further back from where we've been,
As we stare at faces we can't read.
They're kicking our castles into sand,
Cup the watered efforts in our hands,
Words in red won't tell we're dead,
But that's what the men of the cloth demand.
Where there once was a point is now a fight,
Where some say it's wrong for some to have rights,
But 'some' can be 'one' if we sound less maligned,
By defusing hatred with love and reach acceptance with time.
Explanation:
This poem is about the struggle between minorities and majorities. There are places in the world where believing in something is wrong and even illegal, there was once a time where the color of our skin determined if we could walk into a store to buy food, and more recently there has been a fight for love in which people don't agree to the same sex forming matrimonial ties with each other. The poem mainly is about how people spot differences in everybody and because of something that is not the 'same', can then only be interpreted (and becomes synonymous) as being 'wrong'.