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| Keith Haring |
Love can be dangerous
Cross the wrong street-
love can be deadly
Doesn't matter how we die
Disease, murder, brainwashing, hopelessness
We all end up in the same pile of bodies
Buried by gloved hands and masked faces
Heads shaking
Thinking "not me"
until it is
Hatred is a virus
as much as HIV
It spreads by fear
Grows stronger through ignorance
And the cure still seems miles
Away
Meanwhile
We die for love
Destined for Heaven's ghetto.
submitted for Magpie Tales, Mag 232
