I think tonight of those excluded
from the normal company of others
by whoever and for whatever
in village, town or city...
I think of you.
*
Somewhere tonight some are excluded
from the family of their birth
gender and cold ignorance robs them
of their true worth...
I think of you.
*
Some are in exclusion though
the politics of small minds
their iron fists and iron bars
confine them and their words...
I think of you.
*
I wonder what you miss
all you confined
kept from the normal living of your life?
Do you wonder if there's still a future
something still to look forward to
another chance for you?
*
My word to you is
'Mandela.'
*
Dennis Crompton © 1996
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