The greedy hearts have taken hold of
the highest tower in our body politic. Racism has grabbed beauty and benignancy
by her fine-spun neck, but weep not. For love’s treasure opens her eyes and
sparkles the world. Her delightful smile is beyond the realm of the godless.
The claws of hatred intrude deep into my
wanton flesh. Fear darts his wry toothless grin. She alone can sedate the
savage heart which weakly pumps furious blood thru my corrupt veins. She
creates in me strength as of yet unknown.
-Johnny V.
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