Peer Mediation Toleration Project Poem by Barlot ...

The repression placed upon me in such an institution
Is enough to drain all creative thought-
'Like dry rice in a colander',
Then I look at the rest of the world
And find that toleration is the only solution:
Children starving in Darfur
With nothing more…nothing less than genocide
And forced to hide in shrubbery
While their parents are shot dead on their knees
And tolerate the hate.
Yet America, land of the free
Does nothing.
Nothing more than starting wars
And holding elections
Finding cures for diseases, infections
But choosing to retain such information
For fear that someone might start retaliation
Instead of practicing toleration
One nation…one nation…under the leader
Who neither knows or shows any form of literacy
But expects so much from students like me
Just to make a few more dollars…
In the global market of knowledge.
Yet college is twice my annual earnings
So though I long for further learning…
It appears I can do nothing but want
And tolerate government spending.
While I sit in cold plastic desks
And think of the best ways to overcome
The other students carry guns
Just to make the situation worse
The curse of adolescence is one in which I hate
But I tolerate…I get along.
I hear songs of the days of slavery
But wonder what they’re trying to say to me…
Other than fear the white man
Don’t fear the reaper
Digging our graves deeper and deeper
Just to escape
And tolerate the different hues that we use to identify each other.
Love your brother
Drop the hate
Before it’s too late…
Tolerate.