Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Walk With Me.

His hand in mine doesn't feel so strange
Though to look at him people might baulk
He is sweet and innocent in many ways
Though no one has stooped to that thought
So I will walk him through the streets
My only friend given freedom not bought
And tell the people, all the people,
About the freedom they might have sought.


© shaun patrick green 2012

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