Creativity Never Expires By Michael Eaborn
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The power of poetry is amazing. I wrote a free verse of how I define hate. Hate is born from fear. Fear: we are scared to act on our fears. Bigotry: We can't act on our fears, so we can condemn hate and we remain silent. Deplorability: Deplorable people will hate others for who they are. They need to be strongly condemned but we fear bigotry and we can't act on Deplorability. My idea of Hate: Fear is the Center, Deplorables are the outer part and Bigotry is in the Middle. We can't let hate rule our lives. If we come together, put aside our differences, America will be a Greater Nation. It will be a Nation that works together for the greater good. What is your definition of Hate? Is Unity stronger than Hate?
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