This year
I will be bold
I will not tolerate
Hatespeak
I will stand alone
And stand for principle
If I have to
Hate speak
Is hate speak
There will be a lot to be forgiven about
This year
Could be
The year of reckoning
This could be the year of trial
Religions have stood
On the bloody proud shoulders
Of haters
Who talk trash
Ignorant
Of loves and families
But I remember your little apartment
And the feasts that lasted until the morning
The hungry laughing mouths
Amongst the vines and tiny alleyway balconies
Of Dauphine.
Hatespeak
Makes me thing of you
And R
And laughter like I have never laughed before
And food and fun and wine and smoke
Tradition
In the end
Was what I ran from
I suppose
But while I was loving you
I was quite in my element
My brother
Dreaming of
Date palm trees