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Mishandled

Mishandled ~~~~~~~~~~ Guri, the word and concept alien to our culture In the far east a man is nothing more than his word Although his actions define such and speak volumes Westerners teach their young the poison of hatred Racism, and thievery, steal from the others dignity Then take away their precious identity The tint of your flesh used as a fulcrum to topple Your hopes and dreams, all the while forgetting That where we are now is due to the toil of the sect of They whom you seek to oppress which will ever define The future of us all, a misused minority

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