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Feb 2018
Come sit my brother let's have a talk
I rather we hug and not fight
Come take my hands let's take a walk
Together as one towards the light.

Bare with me my dear brothers
In spite of everything going on
And though we're from different mothers,
Maybe we can embrace and get along.

Why are we dying in the inner city wars
Like we've never heard about love?
Why are we fighting over sneakers and cars
When will this madness really be over?

Come sit with me at the table my brother
Come break bread and eat with me.
For it's time to love, forget and forgive each other,
For we are family and our hearts beats the same.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️
Maybe a final call will help...maybe
Ivan Brooks Sr
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Ivan Brooks Sr  50/M/Norway
(50/M/Norway)   
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