Leave Good Behind Poem by Matthias Pantaleon

It doesn't really matter the colour
Of your blood, if it's made of pink
It doesn't matter if you've valour
Made of bricks, or a mixture of ink

When you walk away; leave good behind
Many people will hate you for no reason
Be sweet; let them breath love in the wind
Liberate them from hate; life is a prison

You don't have to fight your enemies
Their conscience will judge them anyway
Don't forget those you call families
Life is like airstrip with broken runway

Remember to spread a little cheer
Life is an aircraft with little steer