Essay
Openly I tell you, I hate you;
As it is with the faiths,
I confess.
Be aware, not for you or of you but teachers, ministers
They are fools with minds-tools, tightening the screws
Their job is to destruct openness, to construct narrowness
To obstruct: "See the world with your eye, look and learn."
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