Who knows the swing of all flesh? All flesh is one,so it seems to be, Some yellow,some black and at least one in between; But the white man's burden arises from spleen-- With facile smiles of smugness bland And dyspepsia his worst disease; He fears he's superior 'cause he ought to be, But as a child mama rapped his knees And made him piss in his pants; Every schoolyard bully holds Himself to blame Each time he licks a boy and wishes he could (How do they say?)"Throw Mama off the Train!" Who knows the swing of all flesh? W're ninety-percent water as it is.
Reason for writing:
I was very saddened,even angered by the US-led Coalition's behaviour at Abu Ghraib,Iraq,when they ortured those Iraqis.I detest terrorism and violence and supprt the global efforts for peace and security--but the risk is always there that the guardians become the very thing theyve set out to stop....
Birth sign: Pisces
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