White Heart
I'm with you- marching, searching for blooms amidst the weeds
You have my white heart-in your hands.
Until you start
looting
burning
shooting
"wilding" for white hearts to tear out.
The only slave master you have now is hate.
Which tethers the many minds of kindness.
Whips the back, shackles the soul until it turns black.
Hate is a knee to the neck of peace...
The only slave master you have now is hate,
and it owns you.
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