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.
Copyright © Adeleke Adeite | Year Posted 2012
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