When I was young
Before my birth
I never knew of the EDL nor the BNP
Before my birth, in wombs of cradle..
When all love I knew...
Was from mother's loving feel..
Father's knowing, of my existence..
If so wish, was a touch
On mothering womb..
On mothering womb..
I knew not of cold, always with warmth..
I knew not of hanger, nor of despair..
I cried not a tear..
I knew not of hatred, nor of class..
That of greed and of jealousy..
I feared not of death, nor of sin..
I carried, none of my fathers..
Weakness and fear
And his before him..
And his before him..
I saw, no colour of man..
And none saw of me as I was..
Well, how would I have " seen" ..
I cursed no man..
And none did me..
Well how could I have " heard"
Before my birth..
I knew no man, nor of sin..
Well how could I have " known"
Before my birth..
Excellent write. You caught the meaning of the prompt in every word.
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We are so innocent at birth ... wish the world could keep some of these traits of non-judgement. Nice take ...
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