* By What Right

(a study questioning prejudice and intolerance) The fly bothers me with its buzzing its flight about upon my naked sun soaking up skin in this moment of need for autumn sun soaking relaxation. The fly bothers us several flies buzzing alighting upon my bare legs my knees. I will not tolerate it I will kill it. Does it have a right to live? A fly. Flies. Have but a moment to live to die. The man bothers me us with his smell his unbelonging personal hell. My tolerance does not allow for him for differences for reality in which he lives. The man bothers me the drunks the gangs the fighting the dysfunctional lives. I will not tolerate it. I will not accept it. I will reject it. They are but the dregs of society. The wash-outs no hopers drug addicts thieves the cause of all evil in our society. I kill them with indifference as surely as I kill the fly with my intolerance. They have but a moment to live to die. We have but a moment to die. Copyright © Terence George Craddock