Every individual
that ever drew a breath
had someone who loved them.
No matter the committed crime,
no matter any grave atrocity,
no matter which unpardonable sin...
someone, somewhere
loved her, loved him.
As naive as it may be
as childish as it seems
my great hope is
that somehow, someway
even the heinous soul
shall one day be redeemed.
Will there be an hour
with every soul united
to a mother's love?
Will there be a time
with every soul united
to a father's hope?
Whether right or wrong,
I want to believe 'tis so.
For now I'll continue to dream;
for now I'll continue to hope.
september 16, 2oo7
jpiper
Inspired by Tom Talbott, specifically some of his thoughts regarding Hitler.
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