Disgust Poem by Ketan Hukare

Disgust



We have shrines made of gold
Earned wealth, benevolence sold.
A stream runs down my face
Blurring the disgust about my race!

Tuesday, August 11, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: god,hate,people
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