Wednesday, April 2, 2014


The man he faced
He believed his closest friend
The strike came out of no-where
In an instant
Years of love and trust disappeared
It was as if a Damascus blade
Had plunged into his heart
Yet a ragged scar
One that could only have been made
With a rusty can opener
Was left behind

There was no known salve
That could heal the damage
Of the words spoken through
Deep seated and hidden bigotry

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