Traveller

TRAVELLER
Once more to the road of no return
Bearing heavier loads with nothing to learn
The bigot takes hatred as his friend
No wrongs to right no fences to mend
So on he goes in the way he chose
The outcast of virtue only he knows
A velvet fist in a steel glove
The possessor of mercenary shallow love
Wherever he stops the scorch marks show
Moulded by prejudice this unleavened dough
Giving to none the benefit doubt
Clearing his throat for the insults to shout
Winding up tempers for brickbats to throw
The one at the back where his presence won’t show
Not holding opinion just the dogma of stance
With one sided ideas lacking balance
In the crowd he is no one, the man with a hood
Picking out failings ignoring the good
Where he does his best anonymity reigns
And there’s always a minority to take on the blame
His letters unsigned adorn every wall
Or appended a pseudonym if he bothers at all
His race is the master where slaves are confined
No intellect argues with such a closed mind
On the street he is faceless, no one knows his name
But his bile still infects us again and again
Like molecular acid it eats through the soul
Making anyone different seem less than a whole
He never shows out and it’s bottled within
Finding fault with the plebiscites colour of skin
And all that he needs to start a new war
Is for you to say nothing when he tells you the score
JP.