Title: We The People Author: fostercare
As the trees sway, What games does the world play? Wasn’t all mankind created equal? Why are some not treated equal? Handicapped; good or bad. Deviance; everyone has had. Disability; sometimes treated. Stigma; the world doesn’t need it. Black or white, fast or slow. Prejudice, let it go. Blind or deaf, their not dead. What’s this crap; off with their heads. No matter what, all have functions. Think a minute within this commotion. By knowing what pleasure’s not. It’s easy to know what pleasure ought. October 7, 1979 Comments on "We The People"
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