when looked inside
are jewels all a-clear
It opens up
to peek outside
and meet a-many queer
It's good to hear
and understand
the existence of
opposite stands
But being shone upon
with strange new light
does not mean
that the colour is right
With each new thought
a friend had taught
a jewel changed its hue
It sounds logical
it feels correct
with no suspicions due
As rainbows do accrue
each box have choices true
The paradox
given no thought
is the condemnation
of the light exposing fraud
No
how can you say that it is wrong
You are being, insert label
Why can those consenting
have free speech
but not those confronting?
This generation
of treasure boxes
cannot face
and will refuse
condemnation
even when it is right
to confront
When it is not right
to confront
Why does the confronter
still not have a right
to shine its light?
Open mindedness
seems to exclude
those presupposed
as close minded;
another paradox
Again the paradox
is that they condemn
the very ones
they scold not to condemn
"The popular thing is not always right,
the right thing is not always popular"
Lo, it is a generation of
me me me
with the pretense of
us us us
The saddest part is that
boxes have no eyes
But to all who read until this end,
maybe it is this observer who is blind.
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