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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