Mixed Judgement – poem

My dna is a blend

No trend

Just less focus then.

Nine different ethnicity’s,

That’s me

A unique diversity

With four nationalities.

Still, all the same

Suspicious friends remain

Disgusted by me

Their eyes are fine but,

Unable to compute

They’re all but blind.

Never found in groups

Out of the loop

Enables one

To pull up the hood

Against bigotry

Avoiding judgement

Of my body

My soul’s not seen.

Looks’ temporary

Like history and heraldry

Check back when

You are good

With being misunderstood

Drop down menus

Check box chancers

Funding thousands

But, no answers.

Daily religious drizzle

Climate change and animal guilt

Irrelevant educations

Energy Naziism up to the hilt.

Pagans are the witches

Gods burnt at the stake

Losing all the knowledge

They took land to ‘bread make’.

Pagans had fruit, nuts and honey

Lords captured the orchards

Fencing off the food

They poisoned wells of education

And the water too.

So, what is the moral

Of this short tale?

Stop trying to ‘save the whale’

More vulnerable are found

Underneath your crinkled nose

Lying on cold wet ground

Freezing, hungry, smelling high

Ignored by all that pass by

How many more mistakes

Can our Mixed Judgement make?

End

Poem regarding how we judge others on how they look/behave in any one moment due to false information given during our upbringings. Aug 2023.