The Race of Racists

Racists o rarist, repulsive rapists, thy allure makes thee atrocious artists. Thou hurt the heart of the harmless only to get haunted and hopeless. Racists o racist, stupefying sadists; thou art a poisonous plagiarists, Injustice is the injurious injection with which thou reel rejection. Cute colour without clean character, thou preen on a porous platter, I wonder if you created the paint that make you feel like a super saint. Spare me those fine flowers you flaunt, you did not created thyself, why stunt? All men have body, bones and blood, so, show me a simple sense not thy sword. Copyright 2012. Adeite Adeleke.