No one has yet to be born,
To begin the experience of life
Without love to have been made.
Whether or not...
The words heard during the act,
Were practiced.
To disguise them faked.
But hate to create is taught.
And sought to sell it.
Becoming an effective selected,
Dispensing epidemic.
That could be prevented.
Yet...
Unlike other diseasing, Illnesses.
Not from love made.
Those sick are said,
Can be easily cured.
But the funding to solicit,
Pouring into non-profit...
Organizations,
Will not stop the marketing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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