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.
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Video and Audio Music: Viking. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.
