He looked into the past,
and saw shackles,
dead bodies all around,
and that thick gray mist.
He looked into the present,
and saw struggle for life,
cold poverty,
and that gray mist.
He looked into the future,
and saw his children run to the light,
hope burned through their souls,
laughing with all that bright love,
and no gray mist.
Just a smile he left,
an unforgetable smile.
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