Fear
fear breeds greed, and loves good grace is locked away as ignorance bloodies
little ones, they say 'oh dear god we are the rightful ones and death to those
who don't have our face', all the while trembling hands grasp for reason where
there is none; as long as generations are fed fear and nations of right can do no
wrong, and god is dismembered and fed to our little ones, and right from wrong
is up for interpretation, and hate requires so little discretion, and control is a
delicacy with no imagination, there can be no peace.
Copyright © Jim Cross | Year Posted 2014
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