Fifty Years of fruitless
Imagining in song
And yet still we hope
Perhaps one day we will
Overcome our genetics
All the inbuilt self hatred
Expressed as hatred of others
Too late for you and I
But perhaps it will be
For our children to heal
Oh please, let it be.
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