The poverty of hatred
starving the self
while love and compassion
are the only true wealth
Cast away kindness
the tongues bitter tone
tattered and broken
they sat there alone
The painted graffiti
on all the bricks laid
will show in the light
the price you have paid
What's shattered in pieces
is soon thrown away
until love is the treasure
you'll need one fine day
Copyright 2015
Archie Papa...
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