Vi Ransel

Original Sin (or Rotten to the Core)

In the United States
those who spew hate
are seldom the ones
J and RFK
Beatle John Lennon.

If you identify
the fruits of evil
as poverty,
war, racism and hate,
it's unacceptable to those
who use them to profit,
so your existence
will no longer
be tolerated.

At its core,
the Apple of Evil
is NOT knowledge of right and wrong's difference,
but knowledge of the ability to deny it,

exploiting and murdering
one's brothers for gain
under plausible denialbility's guises.

Submitted: Wednesday, October 15, 2008

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  • Will Menday (8/3/2012 4:46:00 PM)

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