he wasn't fond
of those of a different color.
he used
the worst of names
for anyone
not born where he was
born.
his heart was stingy
with love,
not a flicker of light
shone
for compassion
or kindness,
and now as he sits
in his house,
alone,
being the last one of
his kind
within twenty miles
you can't help
but think that there is
such a thing
as karma.
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