'He's Not Like Me'

'He's Not Like Me'

He thrills to the joy

Of a bright spring day

To the trout filled springs

In the Month of May.

Loves a flop-eared hound

And a fishing pole

A picnic lunch

A country stroll.

He smiles when he's happy

That trout's mighty fine

He caught him on

A home made line.

He likes ice cream sodas

And apple pie

He goes to church

He's a 'Regular Guy'

He found a young bird

And he knew it was dying

Put it back in its nest

Kinda felt like crying.

He's twelve years old

And his name is Jack..

But he's not at all

Like me....he's black.

Kesti

1960©

(how awful the prejudice was back then,

makes me sick to think about it)