A stranger I am to the world
With peace did I come but the world denied me,
They called me a sorcerer like one with wizardly powers,
Am I one with a wizards ward?
As a stranger
They said, “His words will put us in danger”
My words were like white magic
Unlike dark magic that bringeth nothing but tragedy.
I tried to gather them together as one
But I was wrong with that decision
As a stranger having a good vision,
I seek to unite with my words.
© Young taekpoet
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