
06-22-2007, 02:17 AM
There was a poetry contest at my school. The theme was: "Coming Together." I wrote this for it, but even though I placed pretty high, I didn't get any feedback on it. I was hoping that maybe could get some here. And yes, it's cheesy. I like cheesy, lol.
-A Familiar Sight-
I walk the dirt roads of Africa
Looking at the sights before me
As I gaze across the distance
It's more familiar then it seems.
First I meet a tribe of thinkers
There, cognition is their game
Playing games with words and numbers
They think everyone should be the same
Next I meet a tribe of Aesthetics
Optimists, living carelessly
Laughing singing playing loving
Theirs is the only way to be
Further on are witch doctors
Magic potions delay their pain
Obsessed with death, suffering through life
Those who love are the ones to blame
On the right is a tribe of cultists
Worshiping their ancient ghosts
Living strictly by their words
All who don't are the devil's host
Across from them, those beautiful as angels
Painting their face, dripping with gold
Their body is what they worship
Leaving other tribes in the cold
Lastly a tribe of a different color
Who separate themselves from the rest
Convinced that they are a whole different beast
And that they'll always be the best
In this third world atmosphere
I'm not surprised by all of the war
But if they'd take a second, they'd see
They're all the same when masks are torn
If they could just look past their scorn
For those who don't see the world the same
I see the birth of a united nation
Where no one culture is to blame
And now as I walk the main hall of my school
I look at the sight before me
As I gaze across the distance
It's more familiar then it seems
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