Thursday, 29 July 2010
| All 'Hate' Must Die |
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By Oneal Walters “Come sit beside me; you are my youngest son. Listen to the secrets of my life.” Bind their hands grab a crowbar, open their mouths, choke them with a blood dripping sock. Broadcast their profiles. Showcase their weakest members, control and manipulate the media. Isolate and target their least educated. Investigate our diversity, our differences. Label and tag one difference, pierce it through their earlobes. Separate from their society. Financially, organize their salaries and limit their promotions. Dismiss their achievements and qualifications; ownership over justice, apply this always. Every movement starts in words so listen to their pleas for justice. Provide hope as a 6 link shackle, fashion it in gold, crush their ankles, smile with them when acknowledged. Sell them high-priced jewelry, only gold plated. ---Son replies--- “No, I’ll stand. Hear me father, okay, you lack love and honor.”  •'Love poet' Oneal Walters enjoys reading love poems. He launched his successful Annual Love Poem Contest with Conceit Magazine in 2008. Oneal is the author of two poetry collections including The Age Begins, described as a vivid journey through lust in order to discover love. For more information about Oneal, his books and the contest, click here. |
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