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Dec 2015
We look at the world, why, we must wonder...
Whose nightmare am I living, whose blunder?

He casts off his shackles and buries this,
Yesterday does: the seed of destruction,
Lord of slaves, devourer of bliss.
Canticle of woe; death's pound of mutton.

He consumes it today, with sickle, and,
Calamity the teeth, death the mouth: sand.
Just my idea that any problem that we see today is either, because of something we did yesterday, or because of something we avoided yesterday.

We all know this to be true, but whether as an individual, as communities, nations, or as a species, we engender calamity by refusing to do the things that will solve the issues of yesterday, today, and tomorrow, by refusing to come together and eliminate our iniquities.

It starts on the ground level.

Change yourself = Change the world
Darren Edsel Wilson
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Darren Edsel Wilson  33/M/Philadelphia
(33/M/Philadelphia)   
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