A child was born, dark as night,
and sent out into the world.
Everywhere he turned,
such insults, people hurled.
He took this all in stride,
grew up and became a man.
Took one look at his skin,
it was darker than a tan.
On a mountaintop, he stood,
looking out on a sea of hate.
He decided that once and for all,
he’d be the master of his own fate.
He had been followed for many a day,
even when he’d stopped to rest.
He thought he’d never feel secure,
knew that to him, this was a test.
God, they said, loved him
and he believed it for awhile.
He carried with him, a Bible.
It was evidence at his trial.
You see this man, he finally snapped
on a hot, sunny day in June.
One insult was one too many,
a white man called him, a baboon.
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billziegler1947 
Thank you Bill!
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This poem distills truth into a powerful elixir. Poetry does this when wielded by a soul in touch with truth — it lifts the reader to the heart of the poet. It is my honor to share your work with my readers, quite genuinely 🙂
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You guys inspire me to keep going even when I’m ready to give up! You have no idea what you mean to me. Thank you again and believe me, words are not enough to properly express my, “Thank you!”
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Nothing can make my day brighter than a poem that speaks to the soul!
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I can vouch for that! He married a poet! My point of origin for art: It isn’t art if it isn’t depressing.
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