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is a myth.
We’re trying to group and organize
our thoughts and conditions,
what racists do to keep things easy.
Brand a group or situation “X.”
Mark the spot of a crime “Y.”
The devil loves conflation, combining
and confusing, hates when we make
decisions, loves when we lump and
generalize.
Declare something “Good” or “Evil?”
Judge not lest ye be judged was not
a religious statement, but true.
Ask not what your country can do
for you, but what you can do for
your country was not political but true.
It’s a tragedy when murder happens,
but does it help to label the evil with
further labels like “terrorism” or
“terrorist act?”
Evil is evil, wrong is wrong, and to go
further to categorize is to welcome
a slew of lies.
Muslims. “Radical Islam” are terms
born from these lies, we start witch
hunts against a group instead of fighting
the evils inside your own heart.
Gandhi was right, in part, and at the
time of his murder was a great voice
for peace. (why he was killed)
Did terrorism kill him?
Irrelevant, your honor, it was wrong,
unfortunate, and God shall punish
all such acts, where God could be:
Good
Orderly
Direction,
a Higher Power, or just good
common sense.
A good fence. The neighborhood in
check, my mind and body in balance
because I prayed first,
then acted.
Or did nothing—the spiritual way
of the Tao.