A Griot's Purview
When we are young we are blind with eyes open wide
When we are old we know with hearts long shut
Our burden is not the push, but the world inside
Pray for Jerusalem, I always pray for the ****.
You are not young, nor old enough yet to know
Why white must always be the color fresh of snow.
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