No Pigment of the Soul

I offered you my smile

You returned to me a frown

I reached for your hand

You clenched your fist

And turned around

I offered you my amity

You mortared your heart

With bricks of animosity

I listened to your voice

But all I heard was

They must be destroyed

I offered you my love

Attacking me

You spilled my blood
I tried to share a vision
Blinding hate was your decision

To walk the path

Of infectious detestation

Passed thru bitter by gone

Generations

Makes no sense to me at all

To trip someone and

Applaud their fall

Are we not the same design

Beautiful colors painted

By our Creator sublime

Different shells

Covered with flesh and bone

There is

No pigment of the soul

© Leatherman 2012