I Grew
I grew with where you come from
Every word of your hatred is where I heard
Your racist wastage is everything you took
So many years, that more I look
To a future where
All your poison faded beyond
To where every hurtful thing you said
Evaporated and swept away in miserable clouds
To where tomorrows children will love to grow
And all those you tortured
Growing peacefully old
Copyright © Christopher Wellbelove | Year Posted 2007
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