Like wretched poison, wafting from your ears, so all you hear is hate
As the boiling pits of prejudice and discrimination, tainted with blood.
So quickly remembered are the sour words and devastation,
Yet so speedily forgotten be the times of hope and companionship.
Upon your tongue, and from your mouth, stinging words do gait,
Searching to kill, hoping to murder, they slap the enemy like mud.
You long for their demise and wallow at the sight of their elation.
Until, in the search of icy revenge, into sorrow you do dip.
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