Written for: Sunday Whirl, Wordle #550 Words: reject, color, suffering, mass, war, cloud, kill, trenches, search, forgive, next, earth They descended upon him en masse. Searched their town under a cloud of righteousness. They would not suffer a man of his color to live in their city. Soon as the man entered a local grocery, he was rejected openly, ridiculed, and cursed. He and his family had just moved in. They were not planning on any next place. Race was not something that needed forgiving. The son was set upon outside school with taunts and threats. One heavy-set bully, red -faced with hatred swung a baseball bat. The others shouted at him 'Stop! You'll kill him.' He did not stop. The tormented boy lay still, his blood soaking into the earth. Across the world, a nation lived in peace. Yet, a war- monger came, and then, trenches. Another country descended upon them. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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This one was hard to read. But true.
Pat
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Thanks, Pat.
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