A Poem: The Outcast

My rituals are misunderstood.
Harmony and peace are my brotherhood

I am an outcast
Lowest of the low;
Excluded from the lowest caste

My meditation is loud
Signals caught from miles around

My rituals are misunderstood
Harmony and peace are my brotherhood

The powers that be
With their infinite energy

Bestowed upon us
Many gifts of plenty

To be extinguished
Will be a travesty

Under the hypocritical boot
Of society

eric

Just Another Day