I tire recently of hearing of the demise of America
Not that I don't agree it is happening
At least the America I knew as a child
I loath a war between colors
My Granddaughter was born in a hospital
One other baby in the room
Two men were looking on and the man walked over
"That your daughter" "Granddaughter!"
"She's a real doll" and "I said so is yours what cuties!"
Then a lady called, "Quincy, you can see her now!"
It had nothing to do with Black or White
It was about the name on the box holding the child
"Jones" baby father Quincy?" He had fame I had not
There was with no looking up hatred between the two men
I know by his compassion we both bleed for the killings
of all men and children racially motivated
These are like any child sharing a birthday loved