The
saddest sight I have ever seen
because
of one word -
no.
The
seed of hate
sealed
the fate
many
decades ago.
I
won’t reveal the town’s name.
Actually,
many places
have
suffered the same,
of
their own choosing,
in
trying to shut others out
based
on race and religion.
A
river town
bustling
with commerce.
Brick
stores and spacious apartments.
Proud
city, too proud.
The
shiny storefront windows
were
used for looking out,
keeping
“them” from walking in.
The
town looked successful.
A
large library
and
corners built up with churches.
Did
the people go to hear the Word preached
or
were their hearts beyond reach?
Was
Sunday just a day to pass
their
manners around,
among
their stalwart like and kind?
They
built the town –
monuments
to business acumen
and
to men.
They
bled the town,
one
drop at a time
as
those who were kept out
left.
A
dying town
bound together
by
the growing measure
of
verdant vines
dressed
in false buds and trailing tendrils.
Buildings
once standing tall,
standing
now like ghostly corpses
looking
for lost parts,
hope
and promise long deceased.
Where
does hate start?
I
have seen the saddest sight-
a
town that hate devoured.
Was
there not just one who knew what was right?
Amy
Holt Taylor September 2, 2011
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