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Quality
I do not know the ways of Life
from birth been shown violence and strife
a mothers embrace was I rarely shown
childhood affection have I not known
At age of three from family outcast
neglect and hazards uncertainty my past
from even those who attempted to care
I was prevented from being their share
Been a difficult road since I was a child
to comprehend nature that's tender and mild
the one who with joy greets you each day
who shows you life's wonders in every way
Been a slave to the mean and the cruel
where retaliation is an everyday tool
looking for punishment and never for peace
from your mistakes are never released
What surprises most in the places I've dwelt
those who use truth like a leather belt
the book is addressed to you and your brother
decisions for life made by you not another
I place before you this day life and death
unceasing wonders or that which takes your breath
but you are the only one who can choose
to love your brother the ways of death lose
From men expect duplications of past
where religions are formed his desires unmask
if you use men as your standard of measure
only one man had its fullness of treasure
can't fit it all here so the rest is at this link
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