Above and below we see
Routinely the things that we
Can never amount to be
Somethings that others can see
A people of truth, and bravery of sorts
Us people believe we’re better at sports
They try and stay far away from the courts
But some athletes sometimes expose their warts
This tower above it’s a house for us all
The brown, the white, the short, and even tall
But heed my warning for those with those warts
The house above does not need your sorts
The sort of person to bring misery and pain
Their warts are the worst in vain
Because everyone is allowed in the house above
As long as you clear your warts and love
Love the ones around near and far
The people who have warts in the bar
The store, the park, the school, and the tree
Spread love everywhere and soon you will be
Accepted to the sky temples!
By: Tim H