Bias Poem by Barry A. Lanier
Bias
I and pride
The start of a real tragedy
A disease of the heart
Why did they slaughter the lamb?
And not the lion?
For convenience? Perchance weakness?
Aan old, respected Southern man
Rugged skin now turned tan
No longer white
One more for the clan
Are eyes so easily overshadowed?
Two cauldrons of burning bias
In a more perfect world
Seeing only God's children
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