Children of the Dust
Children of the Dust
What your eyes must have seen,
as a stranger from afar.
what stories lie hidden in your eyes,
what secrets are held within your soul?
Exotic vistas play tag in your mind,
they say you are not of our kind,
you are thrown away as waste,
not a decision to my taste.
They say that you are but dust,
blowing in the wind,
their opinion is not just,
they know not where you've been,
I know you haven't sinned,
I know you are my brother,
will accept no other,
for on your side I lean.
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