Vor laughed, proud of his place here. He quoted what he’d been taught all his life. “I am the pinnacle of humanity—a trustee of Omnius, the son of General Agamemnon.

A única maneira de salvarmos os nossos sonhos, é sermos generosos connosco.

  And, as she looked around, she saw how Death, the consoler,   Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

The draft,” he shouts, “is white people sending black people to make war on yellow people in order to defend the land they stole from red people. The draft must end: not tomorrow, not next week, but today.

Written By Tavis Smiley

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