oblivious, as petals,
wreathed in sublime dew,
each breath taken, finite.
the enigma:
how many more,
how few?
oblivious, as petals,
wreathed in sublime dew,
each breath taken, finite.
the enigma:
how many more,
how few?
6 things racists say:
1. Some of my best friends are black etc …
2. You can’t keep blaming Apartheid/slavery etc for everything that’s happening now …
3. I’m not a racist but these people …
4. Must they have so many children …
5. They’re not like our people …
6. I’m no racist, but you can’t help people who don’t want to help themselves …