bigot, with your dry bones, <br />you slain, then slaughter <br />into these 4 winds, <br />and your mean words drop <br />like bombs, and your hatred <br />kills every thing, , that it touches, <br />but not love, no, not true love.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bigot-with-dry-bones/
