explain to me.
explain to me how peace causes pieces of people to wash up on shores no where near their homes.
explain to me
explain to me how children not old enough to make decisions suffer from your ignorance
explain to me,
someone please ******* explain to me why white people have blacker souls then dirt they say they're protecting
exactly, you can't, cause war is build off opinions
and what we lack in power we gain in racism
this was never a mid-east crisis, this is anti-christ toying with personal crisis
because if you loved you neighbour as yourself you'd be floating dead in the sea as well.
now your silent. its funny how it doesn't matter when its not about you
its funny how countries can watch this like olympics games but
not realize that theres only one winner
and in this game, its the last man standing
explain to me
explain to me how you can hate someone that is everything you are
just in a different suit and different complexion
explain to me
explain to me how people in suits study how to speak to people but can't even use their own words
explain to me
can you explain
*holy crap this world ****** me off

I felt this primal urge
This trance-like instinct
To set things right
In case I have to leave
Move on, so to speak

So
I took my jaundiced eye
And rolled it from corner to corner
Of this, my situation
And I felt so very small and hard
Lost in largeness
For cynicism is a tight thing
Which allows little movement
A strange kind of chastity

And then, you see
Changes
Honesty demanded that I see more
Grow, so to speak

And oh, my poor sore eyes
See how the children starve
All over this bitter world
This bitter, sickened world
And cynicism did this
Through the slack hands of millions
Who still refuse to believe
That things can be changed

                                    By Phil Roberts

You really have to watch those liberal males,
they'll spend hours and hours with you having
deep intellectual conversations.

They'll discuss deep ideas, contemplate esoteric
theory and spiritual ideas. They'll make love
for hours and write deep and meaningful poetry
about you. Sure, they will probably wear their hair
long and most likely won't own a television.

But, they'll understand art and architecture and
literature. It's true that they probably won't give two
shakes about who won what football game, but they'll
dance with you late at night under the stars and they're
always looking for new ways to please you and usually
understand your deepest thoughts, often before you
understand them yourself.

They'll be your best friend and always treat you as
an equal, in fact, it will never even enter their mind
that you're not. They're almost always physically fit, too,
because they're usually the outdoorsy type and love to hike.
They never make fun of others, or discuss small ideas.
They enjoy discussing ways to improve the world and
the lives of others.

Sure, they won't slap you on your *** and tell you to get in
the kitchen and cook them some dinner and bring them a beer
while you're at it like those macho men on the right. Instead
they'll probably tell you to relax while they whip you up a
gourmet meal and serve it to you on the best dishes.

Yeah, you really gotta watch out for those liberal males.