WITH A LITTLE LUCK

The love I could not express 

Haunted me for many years 

A sorrowful heart I nurtured 

My cheeks stained with tears 

Unworthy as I may of been 

This love of mine was genuine

It was sincere 

Like choice roses selected for a Queen 

The love I had for you 

Was not a figment of my imagination 

Neither was it a dream 

But prejudice minds 

Poisoned your heart 

Striking a deadly blow at something glorious 

Killing it before it start

Now with unwavering hope 

I look beyond this space and time 

To a place where our love could blossom 

A world without prejudices 

Where the color of a man's skin 

Is not a crime.

By 

Wilford Barker.