The Stench of Prejudice
The Stench of Prejudice.
When silent prejudice strikes
in living rooms with plumped-up sofas
a quietly insidious venom begins to seep
into the consciousness of the chattering ones as they sleep
The beliefs held so true and so deep
appear stripped of all feeling
empty and hollow and without compassion
as the conceit grows in the chests of those with righteous passion
the prejudice once firmly entrenched
is worn like a warm and comforting shawl
needing precious little to compound and to mutate
into the doctrines of superiority and of aloofness and of hushed hate
we are all guilty of succumbing to this silent pervasive plague
as we sip martinis and laugh and shovel more food on our heaving plates
and as we slip into pleasantly inebriated moments we dare not care
to smell the stench of hate & prejudice & greed wafting in the cool evening air.
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