Progress

Confined to ignorance

by your warped triangles;

man, woman, child.

Antithesis of truest love;

strong, free, wild.


Walls of hatred crumble

and winds of change they blow;

gentle, patient, true.

The future sparkling like an ocean;

big, bright, blue.


 •  0 comments  •  flag
Share on Twitter
Published on July 31, 2015 07:00
No comments have been added yet.