Theme: Inequality

I Thought Of A Place

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I thought of a place
A place where my soul could go to be alone.
From here to there with fragile wings
I have flown.

Where I could be myself,
With all my faults, faults multiplied by ten.
Faults I confessed to myself, often.

Where I could observe and understand
The workings of the universe
A universe that often seems to work
To my mind in total reverse.

I thought of a place where
There would be a meeting place
For all colors and accents without anybody
Trying to outdo the other
Trying to out-talk and show their superiority
Over another's culture and birth.

Words, like needles, often prick.
Be yourself, that is the trick.

I thought of a place
Where they would look at the person
Behind the strange name, strange face
Strange accent and strange degrees.

And that is the truth in every country and city.

Unfortunately, more's the pity
We can educate and prune
From Arctic winter to monsoon;
There is a high born accent
A low born accent
A third world accent,
And one for those who live in a tent.

Tell me, is there any such place?


More By  :  Rani Turton

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