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Friday, November 13, 2015

The Innocent


Violence scatters the innocent
and draws into itself more violence.

Violence may grow and grow,
but innocence cannot be destroyed.


1 comment:

  1. Dr. MikeNovember 24, 2015 at 3:26 PM

    White Pride

    White flares singe and blind
    Eyes that stare too long at the sun.
    The pink and fair-skinned streak
    Their faces with white paint.

    Resentment and grudges
    Fuel the rage whose cinders
    Smolder across generations
    And take down massive forests.

    White is the evisceration
    Of colors, and even those who
    Embrace its phallus a
    Ae not truly white.

    Bleached, blanched, these white tribes
    Worship crucifying whomever
    They think their white god blesses
    For being better than they are.

    [Disposable Poem November 24, 2015]
    Dr. Mike

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