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 Hey you
Don't let hate dominate.
Let love sate - animate

With the pain in your heart.
Set it free from the start.
Let it go, let it part.
An ugly form of art.
That don't make you look too smart.

In the realms of sacred humanity
Hate is regarded as insanity

Hypocritical cries are your disguise.
Judgemental eyes lead to your demise.
There's no prize for those who like to despise.
When sweet little lies become your allies
in sinful ties, your ego will baptise.
To love is wise, let it be your franchise.

Love thy neighbour that's what holy books teach.
But when they sin they turn the other cheek.
Surely they should practice what they preach?
Let love create rainbows in their speech.

I understand the eyes can go blind
when anger starts to confuse the mind

Remember Socrates's test;
three filters to consider are best.

Heavenly guides from high above,
encourage to plant seeds of love.
Sow, sow, sow, you can't go wrong.
Just like they sing in that song:

"Every woman every man 
Join the caravan of love 
(Stand up) stand up 
Stand up 
Everybody take a stand 
Join the caravan of love 
(Stand up) stand up 
Stand up
I'm your brother 
I'm your brother don't you know 
She's my sister 
She's my sister don't you know
We'll be living in a world of peace 
And the day when everyone is free 
We'll bring the young and the old 
Won't you let your love flow, from your heart."


12 November 2017 

Lyrics are from Housemartin's song: caravan of love

A timely reminder

Once upon a time an old man spread rumors
that his neighbor was a thief.
As a result, the young man was arrested.

Days later the young man was proven innocent.
After being released he sued the old man for
wrongly accusing him. In court the old man told the Judge : They were
just comments, didn't harm anyone..

The judge, before passing sentence on the case,
told the old man : Write all the things you said
about him on a piece of paper. Cut them up and
on the way home, throw the pieces of paper out. Tomorrow, come back to hear the sentence.

The next day, the judge told the old man : Before
receiving the sentence, you will have to go out
and gather all the pieces of paper that you threw out yesterday. 
The old man said : I can't do that ! The wind
spread them and I won't know where to find them. 

The judge then replied : The same way, simple comments may destroy the honor of a man to such an extent that one is not able to fix it. "If you can't speak well of someone, rather don't say anything.

" Let's all be masters of our mouths, so that we
won't be slaves of our words."

“Gossips are worse than thieves because they steal another person’s dignity, honour, reputation and credibility which are impossible to restore. So remember this: when your feet slip, you can always recover your balance but when your tongue slips, you can never recover your words!”

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