white, black, Hispanic,
Asian, and Arabic…
chains an offense
to all that breathe…
one cannot be free
without the other!
there are no illegal people,
or invented people…
the least worth as much
as the most powerful.
put down your fat bellied guns,
and your patriotic rhetoric…
all are created in the image
of the eternal!
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