Being Feared
Yes, I am what you fear.
But it’s only because of
what you choose to believe,
and what you then choose to see,
that you manifest the threat
... which is apparently me.
Does that sound familiar
my prejudiced friend?
I’m something strong, strange and powerful
with no common ground shared;
but my mind’s unimportant,
just how I look - why you’re scared?
And with arrogant indifference
you don’t learn, change or grow
- ruthlessly efficient, no mercy to show.
Ignorantly happy, the worst human trait;
you can’t be bothered to know me -
you just want to hate.
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