Feeling and admiration disappear without a trace
It is the candles light that we incarcerate
From darkened corners, we deliberate
An estimation of an illumination
In the shadows penetrates.
Come into the dark, dark night
Let god’s love take a flight
It is your premeditated self-love
That over estimates your place above
Everybody has been reserved a place
Regardless of their religious race
So until you are more than a calculation
Of a righteous and pious population
Deficient in treating people with equality
You need to find individual impartiality
You can never be cognizant
If you are ignorant
When apathy is your rule
It is you who are the fool
Richard Carter
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