Things are as they are
Friends are as they were
Integrity has no purpose
And joy has no remorse
The weak encourage
The strong
And the blind
Guide the deaf
Colors have no existence
No meaning or depth
Wisdom has no seniority
And hope holds no ground
Justice is seen in the eyes
Of children...carried in
The womb of pity
Hand holding is a necessity
Touch is a part of gender
Race is a brief discussion
As a new Constitution is written
These are only dreams...though |