John McKay Withey

You always knew the effect of your eyes,
And how they disarmingly tantalize,
Unsuspecting, inhibited guys -
Those sexy eyes, they mesmerize.
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Martin Luther King had a dream,
No more racism was his theme.
Gandhi, 'Father of the Nation',
His dream was poverty eradication.
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Tight curly hair, fringing beautiful dark eyes,
Born of white parents, you were a surprise.
Your skin so brown for all to see,
Born during apartheid, shunned you'd be.
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Do you know how it feels to be confined alone?
No books, or conversation or even a phone.
Only your memory to keep you sane,
And to control the suffering of physical pain.
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Over the bluebells and down through the glens,
Along the lochs and over the bens,
Through the mists that hide the heather,
Over the moors in the bleakest of weather.
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We walk with ease among the trees,
Feeling with delight, the gentle breeze.
Twenty long years, we dreamed of escape,
From the fear of murder, beatings and rape.
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Over the twins, rules Mercury sublime,
Messenger of the Gods, hastens through time.
Symbol of communication with a restless fate,
Eloquence and silver tongue is his trait.
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A gentle touch says so much,
When comforting a lover whose loss is such,
No words can ease their deepest sorrow,
No comfort in words about tomorrow.
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Blond curls and big blue eyes,
He soon realised the futility of his cries
To a mother with no love in her heart,
Pain and suffering she would impart.
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