David Harris (18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)
Sometimes tears fall on voices
belligerent and obscene
screamed by those whose education
should have made them know better.
Looking down on someone isn’t right
because they know less than them.
We were all born equal,
only some are touched by the frailties of life,
that doesn’t make us better, only luckier
we don’t suffer from life’s same inflictions.
11-12 April 2013
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