A poem by Donny Lee Duke
(this poem was written as comment on the blog Helena, The Nationalist Voice for the post “Mass School Shooting, a Mental Health Common Denomenator”. Click here to see the entire conversation)
The seated with identified and hate confuse multiple speakers. We think we got a land problem. They just don’t know the story from inside. We let it in all these ill wills not ours, a big bad packaged hate. It has moved us from afar. I know what to do. Let’s kill all these people. And we do. There it is the ugly truth of the matter fired upon the scene. You think it’s American. How little countries move among you, as if our consciousness is organized by political boundaries. That’s the joke: you are a nationalistic speaker. You are so much more than that. Humanity is everyone. Now I think that’s got a ride, the joy of being human. Our consciousness is all over the place. You see it in your smile. We are so much more than hate. We are bigger than the stars. You ever seen this in your living room? We’ve got every welfare at heart. We genuinely do care about one another. That’s that process of soul. It’s what we’re here to study. That’s what brings us to God, but don’t forget it’s a cruise ship, and every human being’s on board, and that’s just the human side. We care about animals. Oh the soul they watch too you see.