Poetry is to Music as Lyric is to Soul for Wednesday, August 7, 2019

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Wednesday, August 7, 2019

The High-Rise of Hate

The High-Rise of Hate In forgetfulness of the Tower of Babel, We have all joined in a great venture: Building the High-Rise of Hate. Every time you stepped out And saw a stranger as one of them, You added a girder to the terrible tower. Friend, come with me, I want to show you something. Take the red pill. Pierce through to morass Of phony fear. We are cut from the same woven bolt, All of us, children of the Earth and Sun. Can you see clearly now? This other is family, A Sister, Or a Brother.... Sign in to see full entry.

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