Black Turtle

Black Turtle
  The door opens with an eerie squeal, a straight beam of light shatters the black within. Why have we hidden ourselves? How can we reenter the world without suffering an addict’s withdrawal? We drank from the pool of prejudice with a desert’s thirst now we choose to vomit forth a hatred that has brood within our chests since the dawn of man. We must be taught to hate and there are some of them who are good teachers. How can we dismiss class?
  I know there is some one out there, knocking upon the heavy door that leads to me. Perhaps I lie within a black turtle, which swims in a sea of others. I eat the hand that feeds me, with a greedy hunger, swallowing whole the world. Whose ear could listen when we blow forth our call? Whisper unto me great liar; speak your tail to I and the turtle, my black turtle. Walk teacher to an unknown point, and swallow your words. I call forth to you all to eat the dead and wound the living so we may all feel the same, crimson blood that courses through our veins all beat from the same heart.
  And what of you who have given up? You have allowed yourselves to be devoured by my black turtle. I bite at thee, hoping to tare flesh. Allowing only I to sit and hate the innards of the black turtle, swimming deeper and deeper into our abyss of hate, just I and my black turtle, hating each other.