Poem -

Manufacturer' s Settings

Manufacturer' s Settings

we live 
and breath
To
Survive

We live
And 
Breath
For
Acceptance

Why is 
It then
Do we
Spend 
So much
Energy
making
Judgements 
And
Rejection 
Conclusions 
in our
mind
For those
Who
Are different
Than
The social 
Or ethnic
Group
That 
We belong?

Racism
exist

in every
group

White
Black
Hispanic
Asian
And
American Indian

No group
Is immune
To
This

Discrimination 
Exists
In
Every
Group

Christian
Muslim

Gay
Strsight

Country
Urban

Progressive 
Republican
And
Even 
Libertarian

All have
Monitors
Within
Their
Structure
That
Spits
Out.those
Who
Do not
Fit

Even the 
Ones who
Scream
They
Are immune
To this
As they
Are enlightened 
Spend
The majority
Of their
Time
Preaching
and pointing
the finger
At others
While justifying
Their
Own prejudices
Within

Maybe the human
Needs
A
Metaphorical
REBOOT
Like
A
Computer 
Causing
Us to
think
like
A newborn
going
Back
To the Manufacturer's (God)
original
Settings

In reality
all we need ❤
Is
LOVE,.........

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Being Me

So true, Greg. Humans love to judge. They also seem to love attacking. More love is definitely what is needed in the world. Love and understanding. And tolerance x

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