From The Ashes A New Era Of Hope
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It’s not the colour of your skin,
But the heart that beats therein.
The help you give along the way,
A smile to say “have a nice day”
A hand to give for no return,
It’s sad if you let hatred burn.
To covet the things that are not yours,
And set fire, loot and knock down doors.
For you will wear the badge of shame,
It’s easy to shrug, pass the blame.
Once in life we all pass this way,
When your time is near, on that day.
Will your maker say, when you go,
“The man has reaped, what he did sow”..
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