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.