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The Story, we must tell.
By E PLUS The Storyteller.



First, I heard mummy and daddy talking about it, then I heard the neighbors, and now I see it on T.V.  Lives are being wasted, all in the name of RACISM, the streets are crowded with angry people, people who are angry at the system, families are broken, dreams are being shattered, people are distraught. How many deaths do we need to see before we can actually destroy this monster, called: RACISM?
The ripple effect of a dysfunctional system cannot be undermined, and worst hit are always the children.

Every child has a dream, expectations, goals and ambition, and the passion to pursue this, consistently can only be fueled by the desire to end this constant war!
Is it too much to ask, that our lives be regarded?

Is it too much to ask, that we are not treated, like trash?
Is it too much to ask, that we shouldn't be judged by the colour of our skin?
Let's take a step backward, pause and ponder, let's take a look at where we have missed it...
For the sake of love
For the sake of peace
For the sake of the very essence of life; justice, equality and freedom..
For the sake of that child, who is looking forward to a brighter future..
Live, and let's live..
RACISM MAKES NO SENSE..
RACISM IMPRISONS US...
Say, No to RACISM...
From E PLUS The Storyteller Creative Children Club.

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