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The Shunning.

Poetry By: Tyrone Slade
Memoir



A poem about self rightousness


Submitted:Nov 2, 2007    Reads: 139    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   


As I was treading,

struggling through waist-high mud,

in hopes that this mud would not dry,

I met a men in all white,

standing apon a table.

His smile was inviting,

but as I reached to shake hands,

he quickly avoided us touching...

When will they understand?

If you walk into a room clean,

then tell the soiled they should clean,

they will shun you.

But if you walk into a room in clothes,

that they can relate to,

and let them see that you are clean,

they will ask what you have done...

then...

then,�we will love you.





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