All Kinds

Young mother tells her children
"Don't speak to the Muslims.
Christian is the only way to be."
Their curious little minds,
they can't ask, why.
Only the elder's speech is free.
Young father knows the truth,
keeps it locked up inside.
Only to avoid arguments
with his wife's made-up mind.
He hangs his head in embarrassment;
his opinions are irrelevant.
Wise son grows old.
He asks his parents why-
"Why must we despise?"
Tears fall from his eyes.
Young father holds his son,
his head held high.
"We are all the same people,
hiding in disguise."
Religion is division-
we should respect all kinds.

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