Why beat a dead horse,
When instead,
You can saddle up
And ride
The bridge
To the other side
Of this great divide?
There,
As you put on
The shoe
Of someone
Different from you,
Understanding,
Not anger, lies.
And,
you may find
You, yes you,
Become
The bridge
You ride
To overcome
The divide
That's overcome you.
So,
If only
For a moment,
Put on the shoe
That doesn't fit
You
And stand in awe
of it
As awkward
As it feels
Yes,
your head may reel.
Your heart could too.
As you
Find
A part of you
Is there
In the anger
And disgust
For someone
Unlike you.
As things
Become clear,
The hate
That is so near,
May perhaps
Dissappear?
As you uncover
And discover
What you know
To be true,
On the other side,
Of this
Great divide
Is you.
You were there all along
As you are human too.