A Sad Tale of Love and Hate

The smell is overwhelming
The others move away
With angry hands and voices
Tell him he can not stay

He is confused and broken
Unsure why he was picked
Sly smiles at edge of vision
Tell him he has been tricked

The child approaches carefree
With a clear unpoisoned mind
Despite no common language
Says his tormentors are unkind

She points up at the street lights
Her eyes are twinkling stars
Her words uncomprehended
Still reach deep into his heart

The ill-will is forgotten
The mother leads the way
Now gentle hands and voices
Tell him that he can stay

To be different is unwelcome
Except through a child’s eyes
Until she too is taught to hate
With bigotry and lies

But he moves quickly onwards
To another hostile town
Where angry hands and voices
Will bring the curtain sadly down

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9 Responses to A Sad Tale of Love and Hate

  1. gahlearner says:

    Once again, the elephant manages to make me cry. Wonderful poem, and so true. I’m glad you gave me the link.


  2. chiquitar says:

    Fantastic stuff! I’m so impressed!


  3. nightlake says:

    a powerful poem here


  4. LuAnn says:

    A wonderfully written poem on a very troubling topic, so full of emotion. Very well done! 🙂


  5. pennycoho says:

    I agree with Alastair! Brilliant! A haunting poem with a strong message. Thank you, Penny


  6. Alastair says:

    It is unfortunate that bullies are everywhere and will pick on anybody no matter what. Usually because of their own insecurities or … I was going to say something very derogatory but I won’t.

    AnElephant has written a brilliant poem here though


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