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Sep 2014
Toss them into the pit!

That babbling **** who twitches
on the side of the local gas station,
who talks
as if he had company!

The girl with obvious scars
across her thighs and arms,
it's her fault for not seeking help;
she does this to herself!

Freak! who writes poetry
and speaks with words
that force me to pick up
effort and a dictionary!

*****! he is not a man, not even to his
lover, he makes her feel respected and
on equal plane! he even fights
for gay rights, for the animals near-extinct!

Let the helpless and the helpful,
the hopeless and the hopeful
suffer, not by
each other,
but
by
themselves.

And we, with years of
practice, of
earned
ignorance
can enjoy the scene
from the tops of
our immoral high horses.
Warning: I do not align my beliefs with the words of the narrator.
Shamas Hereth
Written by
Shamas Hereth  Waipahu
(Waipahu)   
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   ---, Pax and Lambert Mark Mj
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