Hearts, minds,races and
generations apart.
Across a thousand faces and in
a million hearts.
Weary
Looking for vengeance, someone
to blame.
Looking for fault,my excuses are weak,
my words are lame.
Angry
I look away, then down at
my hands.
Bloody they are, covered in
dirt and sand.
Grace
There has been many
tears shed.
There's been much
controversy.
When I look round bout me,
what i need is......
Much moe mercy
