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Jun 2017
The world spins and fear turns into hate and hate boils over into blood and blood spills and innocence finds itself taken away into the arms of death and mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers are left with emptiness in their hearts and its becoming too much to bare and I wonder what can we do to change the winds of fate from fanning the flames of ignorance and intolerance and if it isn't greed perpetuating the gears of war what is the reason we still fling bombs and bullets and sacrifice our youths instead of non-violent intellectual debate and if we have the capacity to grow and learn why is that we choose to blindly go where we know no one wins by teaching our kids the same hate filled rhetoric on broken down turntables spewing fear filled songs of hate calling for some unknown enemies blood were on some heroic battlefield taking a strangers life isn't an act of ****** but done for the good of the people in name of god and country and if ****** is being done for the good of the people can we really call ourselves good people and what is the point in saying all men are created equal when at some point in life it becomes so easy for some to believe they are superior in some shape or form over someone of a different color a different *** a different faith a different taste a different social class and its killing me to see so much misery in a world that at this point and in this day of age we have had the ability to evolve into a more compassionate and empathetic species but we hold onto bad habits and old crimes all while trying to bleed a dime from a dead penny and every one would rather pull the blinders tighter to their heads and look the other way because it's business as usual and a shame is a shame but what you going to do in a world that spins and spins no matter how horrific the 24 hour news turns from day to day and it seems life's best bet is a bet against us because lets face it the birds and the bees and the trees will all sing songs of peace when all of us are gone baby gone but I got to wonder if even death would deny taking us all in fear of knowing wherever we go we're bound to **** it all up again and again and again and...
Akira Chinen
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Akira Chinen  122/M/texas
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