Ecidujerp
Washed away with the tears;
the feelings of a man.
Oh, he tries, and not in vain.
He does the best he can.
For, he has lived a thousand years
deep within our souls.
For, he will live a thousand more.
He is you. He is all.
Why can’t you see the way we are?
For, we are but one and the same.
And remains; a difference of no value,
the difference of our name.
As you shall see, it should be clear,
there is no black, nor white.
You must first, know yourselves
to finally see the light.
I wrote this when I was 16, 28 years agao and it still applies today. Isn't that a
shame?
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