A Portrait

Poem By Richard Brinsley Sheridan

Already disenfranchised and divided,
By an historical lack of identity.
And mythical religious beliefs,
With no respect shown towards one another.
Or a collective integrity that encourages,
Strengths to share and from them to grow.

They will always seek to be offended first.
As if stranded on the Sahara Desert,
And desiring to quench a thirst.

But over-rehearsed are their insecurities,
Kept within the color of their skins.
And daily reminded of them to keep 'themselves',
Unable to overcome by a succumbing,
To the depths of embedded ignorance.
And 'this' is celebrated as if part of their heritage.

Comments about A Portrait

There is no comment submitted by members.


Rating Card

2,6 out of 5
27 total ratings

Other poems of RICHARD BRINSLEY SHERIDAN

$10 A Gallon?

$10 a gallon?
For what?

'Does that really matter now?

$5 A Barrel Of What?

Oil?
Now sold at what?
Five dollars a barrel?
This is an immediate sign,

' The Freed Of Getting Frisked At Your Risk Foundation '

We are pleased you have chosen to run again,
For public office.
However...
There are a 'few' who donated to your campaign efforts,

(the) Fate Of Fatal Lovers

Fated to be in a togetherness...
No one comprehends but them.

The fate of fatal lovers,

(the) Budding Grace Of April

It's the 28th of April,
And the 29th comes soon.
The 27th was a Friday that passed,
In a year that speeds...

(the) Bigger Lie

Which liars deny,
They did or did not tell...
The bigger lie.
Or acknowledge any used,