They are ghosts in me and in you.
Ghosts cling tenaciously to life.
Superstition, Religious fanaticism,
prejudice, egoism are ghosts
They are ghosts in you and me.
They are the ghosts of night and day.
They are armed with tooth and claw.
We are condemned to wage perpetual war
against such ghosts who live and feed on us.
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