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Glad

by @paul-butters

So glad I wasn’t born a Daesh Child Or Indian lower caste. Or in some ghetto in Brazil Or wherever. The hands of Fate were kind to me, Being born a Brit. An easy life, compared to many men. To think I could have been born anywhere: A black, white or yellow, Christian, Muslim, Jew, Hindu…. Even a Royal! I’m glad indeed at what I am, But should my birth determine all? I must have Choices Little though they be. I choose Agnostic though I’m C of E, And Humanist is my Way. My Love of Nature is a solid choice: Compassionate Kindness being my Creed. My race and gender (and being Straight) Are set in stone Popular or not. But otherwise I’m just very glad To be Free. Paul Butters
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Feb 12, 2016
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Just GLAD.....

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#peace#religion#race#choice#fate#birth#glad#creed#humanist#daesh
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