Can You Feel It

Can you feel it. To understand and be candid. Without a biased pride. Hidden to deny. Can you really feel it. To show with a letting known, Your prejudice has died. And long from your mind flown. Those who are truly modest, Are today oddities. Neither are they bold, Or tongue-tied. But live their lives decently. Can you feel it, A disrespect to get. Or it heard from another, A serving of a thoughtlessness Delivered before they split... To leave their, Foolishness. Now can you feel it, This loss found to pay a cost. By those who can't see... Whatever is caught, Returns as tossed. Can you feel it. Without a biased pride. Can you feel it. To show with a letting known, Your prejudice has died. And in your mind, It's gone no longer to find. Or kept concealed, To pretend not real.