Poets, songwriters, and composers
Were absolutely correct when they say
Love is blind and justice is impaired
Is the dead better off than the living?
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I slowly open the door to the room nineteen
Somehow, the door made a shrieking sound
They all turn and looked at me in slow motion
I saw the hatred that was in their eyes:
it felt like being bitten by poisonous flies
Clones and comics together in one room:
On the hottest day of June
~
You Aint Seen Nothing Yet
in comparisons to a Amarillo
Or daffodils desperately trying to emerge in coldest day of March
So, I said hello my fellow poets,
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When are we going to stop laying wreaths?
at the tomb of the unknown?
When are mothers and fathers going to say?
“No to their sons and daughters behaviors
There is a war, going on right here amongst us
Stop the hate, stop the bigotry
Plant a tree in the name of love.