Might Not Racism Cut Both Ways
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Might not racism cut both ways? All are crippled equally by hatred. Racist rage consumes the darkest days, Taking with it all one sees as sacred. In all of us that ancient fire still smolders, Needing but a bit of breeze to flare. Let Atlas bear the world upon his shoulders: Under all that love, the hate's still there. Then what is one to do but know one's heart, Hating hatred in a wash of tears, Even as one's world is torn apart, Rage raging all around one, stoked by fears? Know that, white or black, your rage is wrong, Incinerating all that you desire. Nor will that rage light up your days for long, Given the proclivities of fire. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use. Video and Audio Music: Viking. |