mark anthony st. rose

Rookie - 57 Points (11-03-1979 / trinidad)

A Wise Man 2 (Race) - Poem by mark anthony st. rose

So I sat under the tree,
And asked the wise wan what about RACE?
And he replied, ' race is like a passing face,
A thin cloud upon a shroud,
An illusion that causes confusion.

Race is a figment of your mind
And it is in there you will find
The answer to your question,
The tools to reshift your perception.

Race is like a place that deeply does not exist,
But only on the surface persist.
Race is like the colours of a fading rainbow, '
But still magical,
That is all I want you to know.




Copyright by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.


Comments about A Wise Man 2 (Race) by mark anthony st. rose

  • Gold Star - 31,578 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/11/2013 7:09:00 AM)

    very good poem. I enjoyed it.
    I invite you to read my poems and comment. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013


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