Ail Era

Well. Happy New Year! I wrote another poem. Not sure how it'll be recieved. Please note that I'm really not trying to preach through it. I was simply reflecting over some experiences from Poland amongst other things. There may be a moral hidden in all the tangles of words. I don't know. I hope that nonetheless you enjoy.

Ail Era

(Accepting Individuality. Loving Everyone. Respecting All.)

All men are created equal.

I disagree.

Nobody wants equality.

Who would want to be the same?

Devoid of uniqueness, your talents, your name?

You claim that everyone deserves the same rights.

Indeed this is a worthy cause, the aim of many fights.

Yet we do not want equality, this thought let me dispel

All men should not be treated equal. All men should be treated well.

We live in an era of ail

Of trouble, affliction and strife

We hang by a thread, if we fall, end up dead

As we balance on the edge of a knife.

For we all have our own preconceptions.

And we scream “Why don’t you understand?

That this item I love

(Be it book, film thereof)

Is the best thing to grace the whole land."

And for those who don’t like

The item we adore

Their opinions on matters

We start to ignore.

For they’re wrong about this.

So they’re wrong about that.

And the others of their creed

Well they also fall flat.

And thus creeps in prejudice

Bias and hate.

For a race or religion,

A nation, a state.

For we don’t recognize

That the thing that we admire

Does not necessarily others

Inspire.

And others don’t realise

This plain boring thing

Means so little to them

But for us worshiping

This book, or this film,

Or this person is standard

And those who do not

Well for us, they have slandered.

So you worship one god

I worship another

Why does this mean

My belief

You must smother?

For this path, oh this path

If we walk down it further

We end up in genocide

Holocaust,

Murder.

Yet this era of ail

Need not mean distressed

Instead we can change it

To one that means blessed.

For if we strive to accept

Each others’ individuality

And try to love everyone

Respect all personalities.

Then we take the first step

To an era of peace.

To immortal humanity

Where violence may cease.

And so it is that I can hope

That if I try and change.

To come back better than before

From this a strange yet common shore

That I’ll be part of the exchange

Of limits for perfection.

Yet is this what we really want?

Or is it but a tempting dream?

And are we always doomed to scream?

I’ll leave it to reflection.