THE LOVE THEY DO NOT USE

by

(For Emmett Till, in Memoriam)

The love they do not use

Grows sour in their hearts,

Like milk, in Summer heat.

Or festers like a sore,

Oozing an inner pus

Which fouls their very breaths;

And rising, clouds their eyes,

Limiting their vision

To ignorant noses....

The love they do not use

Is what I hunger for:

Unction of soul and mind;

Light for the stony eye;

Hope for the pining heart;

Wheat for the hungry gut!

The love they do not use

Turns acid in their souls,

In time, becoming hate,

Which they use, creating pain,

Like corkscrews turning in my brain.

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by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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