Butterflies
Are always
Because like us,
They do not
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When slavery Percolates
Deep in pores of our body
It becomes curriculum
Of our life making our living
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I can't hate their hate
for I am groomed only to love
but their hate grows apace
like thorny thistles, even thicker
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I think to create
A universe
Quite different
From the one
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O City
I don’t approve
Of this face of yours!
Seeing your a such
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Once one of students
Asked me how I would live
After my retirement
I said her straightway
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If really you are free
Clouds of hatred won’t crowd
In your mind
Rather would you shower
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Let them bark
I would fain sing
I steel myself
To bear the sting
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