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Jun 2020
I'm sorry for being white
I'm sorry for being black
I'm sorry we can't enjoy life
We are broken that's a fact.

I'm sorry that you hate me
I'm sorry that I hate you
I'm sorry that we don't understand
Ask God to give us a clue.

Humans are broken people,
We have slaughtered through the years
Then how do we solve this problem
It's in the darkness in our tears.

Change don't come in prose
Slaughter has been the way
Millions more will feel the pain
It's in bred inside the day.

I'm sorry for being poor
I'm sorry for being rich
I'm sorry I was never asked to be born
And neither were ******* you.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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