Not Far Away
Long ago, when a
white man saw his
brothers dark face,
He did not accept
him because he was
different,
How could such a
horrible thing be
true?
The scars, the
bruises, all black
and blue,
Where was the love?
Then, finally, a man
was sent from an
angel above,
No more war,
He opened up for us
a brand new door,
A door where there
was no more
violence,
Where we could live
everyday in peaceful
silence,
A door where we had
the right to choose
where we wanted to
sit on a bus,
And not make a fuss,
So, here we are
today,
Each year getting
more grey,
Do we accept people
the way they are?
We still have a
while to go,
But we are not very
far,
Copyright © Daquan Bowrin | Year Posted 2014
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