Some People

Sometimes it is hard to see the good,

When actions and intentions are misunderstood,

And everywhere we seem to look,

Someone is acting violent or cruel.

Some people find it difficult to respect their identity,

They find it easier to hide what makes them extraordinary,

Even at the cost of undermining their personality.

Some people find it difficult to understand others,

They find it easier to make them outsiders,

Even at the cost of ignorance about other cultures.

Some people find it difficult to accept the truth,

They find it easier to behave crude and rude,

Even at the cost of treating others in a manner most uncouth.

Some people find it difficult to rethink their dogmas,

They find it easier to ignore the flaws,

Even at the cost of independent thought.

Some people find it difficult to value diversity,

They find it easier to live without empathy,

Even at the cost of their compassion and humanity.

Some people find it difficult to deal with this,

They find this rampant uncommunicativeness,

To be unquestionably, undeniably, utterly stupid,

Feeling that instead, people should just listen,

To the ideas of their fellow humans,

And either learn or debate with them,

In order to reach a consensual conclusion,

To all the problems we are faced with,

Without depriving others of compassion,

Being courteous in all provocations and situations.

And therefore, as a means of expression,

They sit down and pen lengthy poems,

To try and get other people to quit their pretensions,

And hold civilized, intelligent conversations!

~Aaradhana N.