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Mar 2020
So we call a human being a peasant. How demeaning of us!
You and I are **** not to some, but to many. How is it that
the world is so contorted, so denigrating? There are millions of
us living here on this planet, and when millions call each other
beggars, rapists, thugs, how did we get that way? The answer
is we lost our way millennia ago. There have been those who
chose to enlighten us, but in disgust, we murdered them and
their messages of love. Jesus did not tell those who gathered
round him how to get rich:Β Β He told them to love one another.
Gandhi showed the world that all are one, regardless of the
color of our skin or our religions being different. And Martin
Luther King tried to turn his dream into reality, a totality of
human worth, and died on a balcony for his courage. The
scourge is in our hearts. A peasant is as worthy as a king.
His pleasantry is his inviolate, sacred worth that he shares
with all others.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College, Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet and human-rights advocate his entire adult life. He recently finished his novel, A CHILD FOR AMARANTH.
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TOD HOWARD HAWKS  79/M/Boulder, CO
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