Through the tear in his shirt I can feel his hurt
a homeless man' mumbles in my voice
Stigmatized eyes I avert, knowing we all red blood do spurt
We're a part of each other, not by choice
Where his hood had been I could see my skin
all children cry, and all people lie
In a convict's eyes, I recognize... in him my sin
All of us will have to die
Whether a cripple's walk or a president's talk
Both have a mother
each other we mock but we're of the same stalk
He is my brother
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: January 3rd, 2024 04:18
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments3
We're a part of each other, not by choice 👍🏼
Thanks for the review .
A fine write SB.
Thanks Orchi appreciate it
And now my next poem, erm, Sister! lol.
Powerful.
Thanks Thomas
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