Bitter Beauty
There is a rage in my soul,
Untold crimes crowd my mind,
Unknown crimes from a time,
Where men hung from trees,
And their sons made to bleed,
The blood of bitterness.
There is a rage in my soul,
Who can calm the tides?
Of my bitter insides?
God help me to see,
The beauty in me.
Copyright © Woodrow Lucas | Year Posted 2012
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