Gated
A poem of people divided
This is our gated community, You cannot come in and you won’t find a key.
We do not care for differences or understand your ways,
The rhythm of your body and that unfamiliar face.
We have superiority, Stay behind the metal and what do you see.
You need to keep a distance, Not being One of us,
We live among the flowers and our yellow velvet shrubs.
You keep your gated community, Bricked-up for the day you die Limited and lonely.
You will not love beyond the gate Your mind is locked on fear,
with no time for strangers or a passer-by out here.
You keep your mistrust community, with narrow selfish eyes that claim not to see,
All of those divisions and exclusions that inflame,
You keep your contribution to such ignorance and shame.
Misguided by old prejudice No open arms to care.
Let’s pray there is a heaven you are good enough to share.*
* Poetry inspired by real life.
© America Zed. Other Poetry by America Zed.






