The Suit Of Hatred
Generations of hatred passed on like
by Barbara Langford
An old suit out dated, but left to
Possessing characteristics of it's owner
It hangs hidden in the closet so no one
will ever know.
In it's pocket beats the heart of a gold
watch keeping time
Of the days and ways of slavery that the
world has left behind.
Although the threads now ravel and it's
color fades from age
It remains hidden it the closet where it's
hatred turns to rage.