grandpa
To the world, he was another male
but only if you could see his eyes, they told another tale
he stood up when no one did
was being judged and trenched
those days buried his soul
they drank it like another soup bowl
if we could see the fumes bring out the heat
he brought out to feed
the poor minds who were in need
only satiated his greed
were the only people who were ...
Sunday 4th December 2016 12:07 am
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