[Old and Unreadable] Max's Thought-Provoking Poetry

Discrimination Overflowing

How can we live in this world knowing
That discrimination is overflowing?
In so many ways exemplified
But none more clearly than our own eyes

In the fields of flowers...

Amongst the fields of love and petals
Live many different varieties of flowers
Some are a light shade of yellow, bringing joy to their beholders
Others are deep, enticing magenta of which intrigue sprouts
Speckled throughout lie little dots of cyan and lime
Surrounded by clusters of bright red
Together, they form a community
A strong one, of united compassion, without hostility said

Without hostility said, but it still lives on
Deeply ingrained in each of the flower's roots
Live a primal hate for the other types of flowers
Some take out their hate openly
By stealing, growing over, and exercising their numbers
But most reside in their roots
Unwilling to see the simplest reason
To accept their multi-coloured comrades

But there are a few who are white
Not white in colour; that would be ironic
White as in pure, and understanding
These few flowers have severed their roots and seen the sun
The true sun, as they understand the power
The power of being united
Along with all types of flowers, so I ask:
In this vast field of flowers, which are you?

In the animalistic imprisonment...

The plain hypocrisy of humanity is brilliant
If brilliance meant condemnation through blatant lies
Because when you stroll into the bustling zoo
You seek for approval amongst others like you
The zookeepers ask for your opinion on a roaring tiger
They ask for your opinion on the howling wolf
And how do you answer, do you answer honestly?
No, of course you do not

The zookeeper smiles at you at points at the cage
"This is a tiger, what do you think of it?"
"It's amazing," you reply, hiding under your guise,
"I wish that it was better for it," You tell them
The wolf, the spider, the huge shaggy ox
To them you all say the same thing
You put on a face of change and sympathy
But deep down you are glad they are caged

You fear them, you spit on them, you downright despise
You can try, but what good will come from denial?
For you glance at the poor tiger in the cage
Yet, despite your claims, you do nothing
You secretly praise their imprisonment
Their release would jeopardize your safety and security
But most of all your privilege, the law of the world you belong
We all feel this way, or am I wrong?

In the cinematic, the stagecraft...

A beautiful movie plays in our earthly cinema
Everything good is big and everything bad is bigger
Or so they would have us believe
But what they neglect to tell us is the real villains
The darkest, truest root of our problems
lie through the special effects, behind the scenes
The directors position us to see what they want
The manipulation is seldom known in the cinema seats

The directors orchestrate life's discrimination
Mean words, people shot dead is obviously the only way
But the prudent and reclusive know better
Those who watch behind the big screen and into society
It is the subtle discrimination that puts you ahead or behind
Choosing to help the other actor with the line
When one actor tries to obtain a better role
Rejecting them: with no other motive but coward's privilege

Are you one of the actors, or, god forbid, the audience?
Those who watch this occurring and point to the screen?
The screen is exciting and interesting, true
But is it worth staring at the blood with the skulls under your seat?
Ignorance is not an excuse, it is a forbidden crime
There is still time to stare beyond the big screen
Stare into the subtle injustices and secret lies
Ask yourself: What is really happening under the guise?

In a widespread epidemic...

1400, 1300, possibly earlier than even that
Was when the accursed epidemic found its first victim
Creeping crawling, slaves were taken
And the irreversible disease spread far and wide
In every institution, babbling away in every marketplace
In every school, floating around the hallways
In every street, causing death and horror
In your own home, the invisible cloud of despair

Racial discrimination it has been dubbed
Subtle and deadly, secretly praised
It's spores spread through the air blown by fear and prejudice
And in grows and festers inside a person
Creating false senses of entitlement and privilege
Over the few who only want to fit in
A disease so contagious it moves like wildfire
Many babies come into the world infected, born liars

But every epidemic should have a cure, especially one so large
But still after so many years, its presence eludes many
Education and awareness seem so simple
Yet are rejected by so many poor, poor infected
The act of identifying and neutralizing can be done
Slowly but surely, an irradiation
Take it upon yourself to save those the epidemic selected
But first look at yourself: Are you infected?

In history's arena...

A champion enters the colosseum, with his flag up high
It flaps in the wind for all in the stands to see
In their homes, his kin watch on in transfixed hope
Up high, the emperor watches, he of a different flag
A face of acceptance he bears, for sure
But beneath lies hate and stale contempt
He fights valiantly, but it is clear he is outmatched
The emperor has set him against impossible odds

As things get dire he cheats and runs
The crowd label him a coward as he is cut down
His family name tarnished by that one man
And therein lies the problem, source of judgment
They discriminate his royal family for what but one did
And label them all cowards when they are anything but
This one was used as a spokesperson for the entire race
As is done always, in this earthly colosseum

The crowd cannot possibly make a fair judgment
When the emperor made the fight unfair in the first place
We condemn the champion for cheating
Yet we are the ones cheating him ourselves
For in his situation, you would do the same
Thrust into the arena with a disadvantage you cannot ever tame
We are told the ancient colosseums of combat are long spent
Yet we are standing within the bloodiest one yet

In the shining radiance of the sun...

It's like the shining sun, oh so radiant
Spreading through the world beneath it
Cutting through shadows and darkness
Like they're nothing
But they are nothing, aren't they?
At least, our unspoken code tells us so
We bask under the sun that protects us
While the shadows thrash in the pain it inflicts

How do you escape the burning radiance?
The very thing that gives the world warm light
Burns you in cold blood
Human instinct, human desire to be better
To win, to dominate, to shine brighter
But in shining brighter
We lose sight of
What we fight for

You close yourself up in a room, hiding
Hoping the musky walls will hide you
From the greatness incarnate, the radiance
The power of the sun
But you cannot escape, even in the dark
It sits outside
And while you try to wish the discrimination away
It's still there, burning your pale dark skin...

The world is built upon discrimination
And hence, in our blood it is flowing
So do we accept, succumb to it?
To this world's discrimination overflowing?

Finally wrapping up this little series thing... Or will I? Only time will tell.