Colin F. Jones

PREJUDICE

I don’t push my religion. I don’t preach to you,
For I am not prejudice, as is your view.
I don’t seek to impress you with my belief,
I don’t share my private life or my grief
You think your God is better than mine,
You think yours is the only God, so fine!
You look upon me as a sinful old fool,
Not as a person with morals with ethical tools.
Yet you think you’re not prejudiced, oh dear, oh dear,
Forgive me my friend if I make it clear.
It’s not me whose prejudice for I accept you,
But you will never accept me for you’re unable to,
For your religion teachers that you are right,
Which makes me wrong, and impolite.