THE DISABLED
By Cindy O'Connor
How many a seed,
Imprisoned indeed,
Await in the dark for the hour
When the blast of a loving bomb
Will open the prejudiced tomb
And call forth a beautiful flower.
What a lesson of worth
Springs out of the earth,
A message I'd share with all anew.
After all the many discriminating years,
Through pain, fears, and tears,
Let's help ALL flowers bloom, as is their Just due.
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