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This file is about Tolerance and Prejudice. Also see Attitude.
(James Patrick Kinney)
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Six humans trapped by happenstance Their dying fire in need of logs, The next man looking cross the way The third one sat in tattered clothes |
The rich man just sat back and thought The black man's face bespoke revenge And the last man of this forlorn group The logs held tight in death's still hands |
(Ethel Blair Jordan)
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I thought that foreign children |
"Dear little foreign friend," it said |
As Others See UsThere were the Scots Then there were the Welsh |
Thirdly there were the Irish Lastly there were the English |
(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.)