Take me to the Red Hen
I have rooster love for the Inn
Hospitality is a gift, unlike freedom.
The seat next to me, belongs to anyone
Free for the taking, but so am I-
will I remain?
Will I sustain the unspoken welcome-
Do you care as I do?
Because I can feel what I see the long shadow of hatred
The will to inflict pain cause misery- for those that – like
me
Are the sun-kissed children of God
Will I smile at messengers of dread?
Will I sit with evil?
Gratitude is the truest beauty
It is the humble thanks for the greatness of Love
Take me to the Red Hen,
Let me feel gratitude, and I too
Wil not sit, break bread, with evil.
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