Category : Poems

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Birds of a feather, 
Do flock together,
Out in nature, or where humans strive.
The strong hold no clout,
When they're singled out.
Find safety in numbers to survive.

They may become bait,
When they congregate,
At waterholes or where they will eat.
A fire they can't hide,
They run:  side by side.
On the whole:  group, or become dead meat.

People are the same.
We play the same game.
We hang together wherever we will.
At church, or a club,
Or down at the pub,
Our background will dictate where we chill.

The bad elements,
Like the elephants,
Hang together with little to fear.
Stay out of their way,
Or have a bad day.
These bad elements will make that clear.

You better believe,
They're as thick as thieves.
They'll disturb you and have you annoyed.
If it walks the walk,
And it talks the talk,
These bad elements you should avoid.

But, you'll be deceived,
If you do believe,
Being with them means they're the same kind.
They're not all the same.
They're not the same name.
A Person named Jesus comes to mind.


                            C. D. McAfee