Why by Stefan Gambrell

There are no places left for racists so let’s hope for a cure,  and it’s dangerous to give credence to an evil so pure.

With an ideology that’s forged from a hate resolute,  as Zealots teach bigotry to a new Hitler youth.

No explanation for Racism can never be attained,  as hatred retrains it’s aim and fires      again.

Spewing out vitriol with alarming precision,  trying to justify poor life decisions.

There can be no ranking of our colour, race or creed,  not one of us is superior when we are cut we both bleed.

Now I’m not about to spout bought rhetoric, no I thought better of it,  then I read a poem listing who they came for and when.

Would I be on that list?  Yes.  So lest we forget to respect those that death has touched already.

Let’s learn to love so many things about each other,  try not to smother others’ opinions or thoughts.

Love can’t be self taught because it’s extended through friendships irrespective of religion,  colour, creed or race,  it’s a disgrace to breed hate and cause false division, or force more suspicion into our psyche.  It’s highly unlikely but I might be wrong.  Don’t we all belong?

I want to look a true racist in the and ask WHY? WHY?

Why do you want to fight all the time?  Why?  Why confine an unkind mind inside an undefined child?

I would ask for real reasons and not made up excuses for morals as loose as your fundamental core beliefs and concrete hearts and ask WHY?


Why can’t you smile for a change,  engage your brains and not your fist, we are all the same when the mist clears.

I want you to see that you can be you and I can be me,  where the truth is good news and we all walk free.

Where you can walk with me and talk with me, about the hypocrisy of racist division,  we could make this decision right now,  make it permanent somehow.

We are not born of a country we are born to this earth, without shirts just skin of many shades, we are all made the same, born free from blame and heading the same way.

From birth to death, so let’s use mirth instead of racist hate, lets create a better way to communicate.

These verses hurt to write,  we should be sick and tired of spite,  why fight over who we like or call friend, start a new trend bring intolerance to an end.

Let’s tell prejudice bell ends  they can defend their ire no more,  as their masks fall to the floor for the last time,  it’s time to be kind.

Let’s redefine the fine lines between love and hate,  and negate false fears,  let’s go for a beer or two,  allow me to show you that our combined force is a force for all.

Let’s separate what parts us,  celebrate this cathartic process and start to possess feelings where there were none, start believing we are one and the same,  we just got our own names.

Now this could all be possible if we were all responsible for each other and not ourselves,  we are born to our mother, were not all products of hell.

So as this rhyme ends have our lessons been learnt,  let’s just try to be friends and not vessels of hurt.

Have i made myself clear has enough blood has been shed,  I could never be a racist,   Nuff said.

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