We’re born
With ways
Left right
Boy girl
Then we
Learn things
Right wrong
Respect denial
Knowledge ignorance
Then we
Accept things
Love hate
Life death
What we
Don’t get
However is
Brutality power
Disgust cowardice
Those things
Shield us
From ourselves
Because we
Won’t accept
The others
And there
He pleaded
And his
Tormentors with
Their power
Continued to
Flog and flail
Him and
At their
Hand he
Died have
We not
Yet discovered
The fragility
Of life
And why
Oh why
Must the
Lowly be
Trodden upon
Christ died
For us
Isn’t that
Yet enough
It was
There that
I placed
My hat
And it
Was that
Which caught
My attention
It also
Was an
Error a
Misnomer and
A mirage
A fluke
And one
That didn’t
Know asked
Drilling down
Mining and
Up came
Answers I
Didn’t know
I had
And there
Then at
Last I
Saw myself
Understood and
Finally rested
Tell me
Bean why
Do we
When alone
And playing
Chess stop
To talk
Or remember
What has
Us decide
That we’d
Prefer to
Entertain each
Other than
Ourselves when
Did we
Cross that
Line and
Be more
Concerned about
The other
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 