Racism Is Not A Crime, But It Should Be

People from different places come to America
They have different backgrounds and have different skin
But they are in America
They should be accepted, even if their from Berlin

And yet we make fun of how they look
And call them names by their background
Because it’s a little harder for them to read a book
And we look down on them and frown

Racism is a weird thing
Sometimes we don’t even know what it is
Like Mr. King
And that dream of his

We shouldn’t judge people
At any cost
Because their still people
Just a little lost

So the next time you see someone
Being made fun of because of their color or background
Don’t keep walking and look down
Help and try to fix what has just been done

People are people
And they have feelings too
People are people
Just like you

by Keegan Shelton

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Woes of war..Dying and not dying..If ruined cities they are witnessing the death due to human folly and rest Susan has described nicely
It is not dying that we fear but the violence in our minds That makes the bombs we drop And keep the war machines in their grind
One of the great poems about the alienation of war, expressing particularly well the narrator's lack of life experience. He has nothing but high school to compare to the huge, all-encompassing experiences of war. His lack of any life beyond high school before he is sacrificed in the war increases his loss - he has lost all the potential of his life - and he doesn't really understand why he is making this sacrifice. Jarrell is, to me, the great poet of WWII, and a better poet at conveying the existentialism of the warrior than any of the great English WWI poets.