"The Poet's Corner..."

Tolerance

Egal Bohen

When we are angry at mankind

Or rave at some depravity of mind

When we would curse behaviour of a kind

To argue, rather than to view benign

It is with our own self we battle wage

When choosing not to understand, nor to engage

With that from which we isolate our self

With anger sent, to where, perhaps is needed help 

Lest fearful, reason may just find the time

With tenderness, to enter in our mind.

And so it is perhaps from loss of our own face

We are so quick to shout of their disgrace

But we should not lose sight of our own sins

Though, in different colours dressed, appear they in

For is not all, of nature in this life? 

The good, the bad, together, love, and strife

As nature, this is how such things will be

So it is not how loud we shout, but what we see

And seeing do, to help, to liberate

To free with tolerance, not shut the gate

That is

How it should be

"Fear Eats the Soul"