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Created on: January 30, 2008
In the darkness, past and present,
Of man's ignorance untold,
Breeds a virus so unpleasant
It releases not its hold
On the elements of fairness
And enlightenment that show
Avenues of true awareness
That are widening more and more.
Still, the darkness leaves a mystery
Down the centuries long past
That the smudges of man's history
Do not seem to fade as fast
Nasty cobwebs keep on clinging
Of such animus and fear
That whatever keeps on bringing
Obstacles is yet unclear.
Not so often people waver
When reminded of the truth
But no truth can be a saver
Of those sadly destitute
Of the sense that human are we;
It behooves us to instill it
That we are created freely
Equal in our flesh and spirit.
Once there was a public feeling -
A consensus of the masses
That the western world by dealing
With the scurvy, godless classes
Would itself be held accountable,
Or, perhaps, denied their heaven,
And with malice insurmountable
So decided to get even
With believers of another
Faith unchristian and deplorable;
One could only be a brother
In a faith that was adorable.
And while religion extracted
Grave, malicious admiration,
Man's ethnicity impacted
On the value of a nation.
Still the echoes keep resounding
Of a past that could abide
By the man-made laws abounding
With such malice, far and wide!
Evil fires keep on burning,
And the flames keep spreading, soaring,
As hostilities keep churning,
And the races keep on warring.
Let not Heaven curse the sad Earth,
Let there be no such alarm,
But, instead, a glorious rebirth
That the Earth retains its charm.
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