Like the ticking of a broken clock, it needs to be thrown away... the hands of the past revitalised and used to smoulder love and passion to change the worlld for the better. Not for anything which has already come before so many times like a domino effect.
Your mind seethes... That is a strength I could use, but not in the robotic symphony you so currently speak in mindless refrain over and over like a badly written chorus.
So I ask you this. Is hatred what you really seek? When what you hate is a length of 1 millimeter deep, and what really shows through is the heart behind that darkness...
But is it the darkness you really hate? Or do you fear the strength of that dark skin. Do you fear that the new day, the past slave becomes the future master? It seems to me what you really fear and hate is not the colour of a black person's skin.
But really the cage the white man fell into when he enslaved them in the first place.