CRAYONS…..A POEM OF PREJUDICE by the Stranger….

Once there was a boy,
He hated going to school,
The children all ignored him,
He was treated cruel.

He did not misbehave,
Nor was he impolite,
He was treated bad,
As he was not white.

The boy sat, broken hearted,
Others called him names,
He only sought acceptance,
To join in their games.

Every night in bed, he cried,
For cruelty he’d been shown,
It simply would not end,
He would always be alone.

One morning as the boy awoke,
He had a great surprise,
For The Stranger sat beside him,
Wiping tears from his eyes.

The Stranger took the boy to school,
With an idea in mind,
He had a box of crayons,
Which held colours of all kind.

Red ones sat with green
Black sat next to white,
Blue, green, orange and yellow,
The children saw the light.

Underneath the surface,
All crayons are the same,
You should not judge by colour
Nor by the child’s name….

CRAYONS…..A POEM OF PREJUDICE

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