What comes from your lips but condemnation?
Accusation, half-baked assumption?
For your words are of no worth to she
Whose dreams are full of what could be and
what should have
You who judges thoughtlessly
with ease. So very carelessly
scream slurs that sneak and masquerade
as sighs of "sorry" and "don't worry."
On what earth do you live
and what world do you see,
where your sin tells her sin it does not fit in?
Where your scar tells her scar it's uglier by far?
The fruit of ignorance is intolerance
We're a catastrophic generation
of a metaphorical "mass de-globalization"
Running backwards from lack of understanding
Bred from lack of wanting to,
bred from lack of trying.
Compassion is artillery
Humanity's a shield.
Love's a cure
and scowls are fewer
when we stop and THINK
to change the way we are.
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