Noah Tittle

Pure, the infant is born

Caught in wonder and awe

not yet taught to scorn

or haunted by what its saw

Children see no race

Or sexual orientation

All love they embrace

without stigmatization

Can we not all sustain,

in a world without hate,

where differences we ascertain

and love can satiate?

This be my dream

let it ring clear

easy it seems

and takes not a seer