We are in the midst,
Of a slow moving plague.
And everyday people are showing,
Blatant signs displayed...
Many have become strickened,
By indulgences of self importance.
This is a sickness that has become so wicked.
People have come to perceive their selfishness,
Is an entitlement they have been born to get.
And stuck they are in a maze made crazed,
Developed yet unphased by their racist ways.
Ways they wont admit but exist today.
Outdated with kept beliefs,
Are their limited mentalities.
Outdated with kept beliefs,
They continue to perceive themselves...
Saviors of the Earth,
'Chosen' to be more deserving
False images created more pleasing to the eye...
They try to keep their lives more prioritized.
False images created,
More pleasing to the eye...
And yet they lay on beaches to get 'that' look,
Of others they say to claim they despise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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