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The Prejudice of Creed and of Racism’s Obscene Blight …




The light in her eyes shone so bright,


dispelling the emptiness of the quiet night,


she took my hand in hers, and held on tight,


I held on to the beauty of her soul, of her heart that infused in me the peaceful calm of love’s delight,


we sat together, holding each other close, as the copper sun was drowned in the pastels of that balmy summer’s twilight,


we sat in silence, as we felt our worries fade and take flight,


to a place far away, beyond the yonder, out of mangled sight,


as we shattered the shackles that bound us, ripping them apart with all of our might,


facing the distaste, the prejudice, the racism head on, knowing we were right,


on that side of history, that always prevailed, however long and bruising the fight,




… we still hold each others hands, though wrinkled by age,


we have held each other close in the midst of the tumult, in the muck of ignorant rage,


of intolerance of religious differences,


of hate for the other,


of the blandness that is sought on the vibrant expanse of our live’s stage,




… always knowing that we were brought together by a love so true,


the deep and abiding love you hold dear for me,


and the unshakeable love I have always held on dearly for you 




the wisdom of Nelson Mandela