Intolerance
Can't open the mind,
Living in a little box, blind,
The World is set in stone, never challenging a new find,
Can't see past the normal comfortable walls, forbidden from exploring what might be behind.
Deceit can't wrap the mind around something like that,
Lying to the walls, telling them the World is flat,
cutting a door could disturb the picture's carefully cut matte,
Something new and different destroys the accepted stats.
Closed off to differences because they don't fit,
The square little box so carefully knit,
A carefully constructed world might turn to ash, if the match ever be lit,
Seems nothing ever changes behind flimsy stone walls that cannot admit.
Living in a little box, blind,
The World is set in stone, never challenging a new find,
Can't see past the normal comfortable walls, forbidden from exploring what might be behind.
Deceit can't wrap the mind around something like that,
Lying to the walls, telling them the World is flat,
cutting a door could disturb the picture's carefully cut matte,
Something new and different destroys the accepted stats.
Closed off to differences because they don't fit,
The square little box so carefully knit,
A carefully constructed world might turn to ash, if the match ever be lit,
Seems nothing ever changes behind flimsy stone walls that cannot admit.
Eric B. Ramey
Copyright ©2006 Eric B. Ramey
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