Mishandled
Mishandled
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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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