Language of the heart

 

Life starts,

no bad thoughts

to impart.

Young lives,

just souls

talking the language

of the heart.

There are,

no racist views,

no left or right

to intrude,

no differing points

over which to enthuse.

Just love

binding like glue

Until hate is drummed.

into their heads

like war paint

staining

the pure heart.

It blots slowly

an imprint,

that once contained,

can't be ripped apart.

 

 

 

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