I Grew

Written by: Christopher Wellbelove

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