Half a year I was alone,
Even friends wanted to spew at me.
Only one of them stood faithfully aside,
Although I often shied the door.
He gave me housing and also bread,
Helped me out of my greatest need.
And when I cried bitterly,
So was he there and consoled me.

A real friend just forgives,
My brothers' heart remained of stone.
Couldn't let me look at him,
He too can hate me, now only.
But he shouldn't be angry with me;
Maybe someone has to forgive him.
If he realizes how, it is,
when one misses a brother's hand.

 

“Love is a human experience, not a political statement.”
– Anne Hathaway

“Our society is more comfortable seeing two men holding guns than holding hands.”  

Ernest Gaines

“Love lights more fires than hate extinguishes.”

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Published by Vincent Odundo