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David March, US
 

 

 

 

Free Verse

 

Dear …

 

Daring wounds to heal—
enduring constant harassment.

Could I dare help my brother—
citing evil my captain

Faults there are many—
and some of these mine.

Had fathers, fathers indiscretions
become faults of mine?

Sorry I show
as the needy are plenty.

Plenty of olive, red, white,
and ebony.

Open your heart—
and the mind will follow.

Take pride in a hue—
but remember another.

I pray for the day
when our son’s and our daughters

Will play side by side
regardless of color.

Embrace one another—
start healing the wound...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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