The World's Pandemic

The world’s dark pandemic A Pure blood, a mixed blood or a half blood East, west, south and north there is no difference Rich or poor, what matters it’s that inside the one’s heart Never blow your own horn, nor laugh at one’s fall Neither inflict a wound twice, nor judge what you not sure of Prejudice it’s a virus that kills A weapon that destroyed many lives Like a hungry fire in the dessert, it burns all hope, to plant hostility And Spirit of avenges to harbors in the young minds Love is no more; a person is mistaken for a prey. If we harbor hate, we will reap despair. Hone them whilst still young Love them whilst they still care. Victory is still ours, if we fight We can still stop this pandemic Of hate