Thursday, April 20, 2017

We, the tolerant

These times are such
when we are at our tolerant best.
Dissed? oh never! 
We never ever anger 
at our own plight when someone, 
holds up a mirror.
And the truth is what, 
at any time, 
we swallow;
Allowing those who seamlessly dispense 
their opinions
with gentle caresses and mild strokes.
And criticism? Tch, tch! 
We take it all in 
and follow it up with a grin.
Peace, runs white, as a mere colour, 
right between our banner.
We, in these times,
stand up; Of course,
for all that we are not.

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