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Sep 2012
Who? Who? Who is it?

That claims a great righteousness

Greater than any other

Who force a bitter love

In deception of their unwarranted claim

That makes the air seethe with murmurings

Of difference and love is left in fragmentation

Who tell me, who? who is it?

That has a greater righteousness

Than righteousness itself, tell me please

Whose claim lies in hate and bitterest gall

Against an enormous part of the human existence

Who, who are these people whose perpetual

Inarticualtion is a violation of love

And make mockery of their claim

Who? who are they? let their stone hearts bleed
Edgar Whitman Wilde
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