It’s simply not my place
to condemn.
I will not let some border
or random boundary, some
old fueling hate,
replace my sense of love.
My finger is not one
that points, but five
fingers of welcome, of hope.
It’s simply not my place
to condemn.
I will not let some border
or random boundary, some
old fueling hate,
replace my sense of love.
My finger is not one
that points, but five
fingers of welcome, of hope.
