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