Treasure Island

Patrick Fealy

(1/1/1973 / Oakland)

The Bigotry of Equality


They say that we are equal while in truth they’d have it not
then christen your opinions with their luggie and their snot
they loath all your sincerity from towers standing tall
of Ivory out of Babylon where pride comes for it’s fall
Debate is far below them when in truth they are endowed
with ignorance and loathing like the rabble in the crowd.
and learning is all lost upon their sycophantic call
to brand all men as a bigots or as homophobic all
their houses all for comfort not for hospitality
and smothered with their vices that have killed maternity
I’d ask god to forgive them but in truth I've lost my way
And clamor in the desert for the cave where old Lot stays.

Submitted: Sunday, April 28, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Listen to this poem:

Do you like this poem?
0 person liked.
0 person did not like.

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?

Comments about this poem (The Bigotry of Equality by Patrick Fealy )

Enter the verification code :

There is no comment submitted by members..

Top Poems

  1. Phenomenal Woman
    Maya Angelou
  2. The Road Not Taken
    Robert Frost
  3. If You Forget Me
    Pablo Neruda
  4. Still I Rise
    Maya Angelou
  5. Dreams
    Langston Hughes
  6. Annabel Lee
    Edgar Allan Poe
  7. If
    Rudyard Kipling
  8. I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
    Maya Angelou
  9. Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
    Robert Frost
  10. Invictus
    William Ernest Henley

PoemHunter.com Updates

New Poems

  1. I Seen, Jose Torres Junior
  2. I Seen..., Jose Torres Junior
  3. Duet, John deVries
  4. Chuh, John deVries
  5. Blurry, Jose Armando Guzman
  6. Salome (Rubiyat sonnet), Gert Strydom
  7. See everything pure, gajanan mishra
  8. When I hold you tightly against me, Gert Strydom
  9. the gramophone record, Somanathan Iyer
  10. the idiot box, Somanathan Iyer

Poem of the Day

poet Henry David Thoreau

My books I'd fain cast off, I cannot read,
'Twixt every page my thoughts go stray at large
Down in the meadow, where is richer feed,
And will not mind to hit their proper targe.
...... Read complete »

   
[Hata Bildir]