He leaned upon his crutches at my door; And, when I saw the empty trouser leg, Presumed he was some derelict to beg -- Just one to tell of woes that tire and bore. "I sharpen knives and scissors for a dime".... And was it something in this cripple's smile That made me go and search for knives, the while My mind rebelled against the waste of time? Then, while he worked, he talked of life and creed; And said, "Potentially all men are good; All evil is disease, when understood. Awareness of world brotherhood our need." O, lift the fog of smugness from our eyes, And we shall know Messiahs in disguise! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DESPAIR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FAITH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: LOVERIDGE CHASE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY THE DARKEST HOUR; OXFORD, 1917 by GEORGE SANTAYANA HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 3. THAILALND by KAREN SWENSON |