Abuse Around Me

When we are young,
we play with our friends
no matter what colour,
creed or religion they are.
Why is then when some grow up
does that status change
and people start to diagnosis
who their friends are?
Why?
It’s a question I often ponder on
when I see the abuse around me.

5 January 2010

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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