Perhaps it's the criteria waylaid
Perhaps the policies mystified
Perhaps the scope, it's loose ends
Perhaps the tint, that affinity
For discrimination, the branding
Discretion, perhaps the traits
Mark the being all but demented
In the midst, in the realms, in the vaults of
Perhaps
Perhaps all these and more
Prejudice lays a claim.
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