Behind the covetous mask, men shape war. Freedom does not black itself with white ideal nor white itself with oppression. Who told you to listen to the rich? Who gave you the coveted tool of your own demise? Did not the field and a friend call you to pluck the heart of wheat and provide provisions of the hare? All the grasses of the field, are they not yours?



To work a keep meant usefulness. Why then has community structured itself in tenements?



I looked out and saw great men, weak of mind, strong of back, and I built a lie they bought. I stole the water from under their feet and sold it back to them laced with control. I placed a window into their hands and told them to look within for commerce and further instruction. The moment they stopped looking into the sun, was that moment I bound them. Now their children war and riot and feud knowing not the source of their hate. I showed them color, and division and separatist ideas and they bought from my convenient store and ate of the tree of nationality. I pitted their champions and colonized their thinking, and estranged them enemies, jackal, lion, bull, cheetah, wolf, hart, hyena. I invented the carnivore and terror fell among them. And all who were peaceful mindful men of change hid, strung, deep in the bowels of my own masterpiece theatre.



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