Broken
Like the skin of a wound deepened by steady blows
Like the minds of the ignorant that will never understand our woes
Broken
Like the English I speak
Broken
Like a glass bottle tossed in the corners of the streets
Broken
Like the pipe connecting you and me..but look how it leaks.
The time to mend and build back what has been broken has far passed.
Look deep into the eyes of your brother, deep into the eyes of your sister..for a love..that will long last.
Broken
We shall not stand
Uplift each other with our spirits of compelling joy
And don't forget..the heart..is not a toy..to be left Broken.
Broken
Like the hands of man raising his hands to my mother's face
Broken
Like the crack of a bullet penetrating the soul...stealing life
Broken
Like the slashes and whips of beatings
Broken
Like my soul that urges to cry
Stand strong with compassion for life
Stand strong with love...for the Broken.
Heal with words of encouragement to beat the system of oppression
Heal with the heart of a thousand Saints
Broken
Like the e before the n
Broken
Like the spirits of many men
Broken
WE SHALL NOT STAND.
Uplift each other with our spirits of compelling joy
And remember..the heart..is not a toy..to be left Broken.
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