Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it
Martin Luther King Jr
It may be true that the law cannot make a man love me, but it can stop him from lynching me, and I think that's pretty important
Martin Luther King Jr
We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools
Martin Luther King Jr
Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.
Martin Luther King Jr
Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere.
Martin Luther King Jr.,
Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity. Hate destroys a man's sense of values and his objectivity. It causes him to describe the beautiful as ugly and the ugly as beautiful, and to confuse the true with the false and the false with the true.
Martin Luther King Jr
American racist fascist poet
On the stalk a mugger on the move
Brown skinned Brother Beware
His knuckles bare his fists
His weapons of hate hardware
On the unholy bible
Of the Klu Klux Klan he will swear
The fabric of human integration he will tear
His rancid vapid hate
for the nigger for the Hispanic
For the raghead
for the Indian gollywog
Will never outwear
Backed by the powers in high places
He gets away a sucked system to dare
To show the last remnants
of human honor threadbare
words of his poem to mock
colored souls with his brethren
down under to share
a circle of cynernetic cultural chaos
at the mercy of a square
he trapped the wrong Indian beaver
this time in his multi colored snare
to his dogmatic dishwashed despair
I have nothing believe me
A fractured genius a few words in my sling
to declare to a fact I make you aware
Why did you provoke me Amrikki Jehadi
Hate Trader to poke your white washed
Ass into my personal affair
A rope trick man tricking the grizzly bear
Thank you for all your tender loving care
Cybernetic wires Internet
A poet waking on air ..
A poem hunter stalker
Sodomized by words in a leopards lair
Welcome to a Multicolored Vanity Fair
Jesus Christ Holy Father Son and the Holy Ghost
Your followers who crucified you once
As they crucified Red Indians Dead Indians
Dead Walking Poets
each time they offered you a prayer
a soliloquy from my heart
to you as a solitaire
