It’s funny, how we laugh.
A crippled man with a cane,
As he struggles, we laugh.
We laugh in the face of his trouble,
His struggle to survive,
and we laugh.
We chuckle at the mis-matched student.
Camouflage pants and corduroy jacket,
An orange hunting hat and tan shirt.
We chuckle at him, in his highest fashion.
As he walks proud at his creation.
We boo the gay couple, and shun them away.
We laugh and call them names.
They search for oasis and fall short often,
Their acceptance here will never be forgotten.
We laugh at the difference,
The ones on their own,
We do not like the change,
From our norm society.
We laugh in their face, in their struggle their grace,
Instead of giving them the hand they deserve.
We walk away and laugh with friends,
As they struggle with their crippled acceptance.
I thought of this as my take on how I feel like we help people.