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
Hate is a knee to the neck of peace...
The only slave master you have now is hate,
and it owns you.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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