IT IS OUR CURSE.A Poem by Drake RyderThe political atmosphere of the united states is disgusting.
IT IS MY CURSE.
It is my curse. It is your curse. It is the curse of humankind. For, on earth, toleration is void! As the hearse slips silently by night through the streets, mobs smash and bite; scream and fight; saying that the deceased deserves not a funeral. The curse is hate and politics, for surely that is the cause of much of the blind hate and foolishness that gives me pause. Surely ignorance does create the atmosphere of hate that surrounds and penetrates the world in which we live.
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6 Reviews Added on November 11, 2010 Last Updated on November 11, 2010 AuthorDrake RyderMOAboutUmmm... right... about me... I love to write, especially fantasy. I have six cats, one dog, a hamster, and a snake. I am a member of the SCA. And I'm loving life just the way it is. more..Writing
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