This file is about Tolerance and Prejudice. Also see Attitude.




The Cold Within

(James Patrick Kinney)

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold.
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.

Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first woman held hers back
For on the faces around the fire
She noticed one was black.

The next man looking cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idle rich?

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death's still hands
Was proof of human sin.
They didn't die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.


Foreign?

(Ethel Blair Jordan)

I thought that foreign children
Lived far across the sea
Until I got a letter
From a boy in Italy.

"Dear little foreign friend," it said
As plainly as could be.
Now I wonder which is "foreign",
The other child or me.


As Others See Us

There were the Scots
Who kept the Sabbath
And everything else
they could lay there hands on.

Then there were the Welsh
Who prayed on their knees
and their neighbors.

Thirdly there were the Irish
who never knew what they
wanted but were willing to
fight for it anyway.

Lastly there were the English
Who considered themselves
a self made nation
Thus relieving the Almighty
of a dreadful responsibility.

(If you are Scottish, Irish, Welch or English and are upset by this poem please look at the title. This poem is not about what the people are like but what they were perceived to be like by some people.)