Prejudice Poem by Sandra Osborne

Prejudice

Rating: 3.5


Everything
that it creates
is filth.

It's whole essence
breeds pain and hate
within our minds;
it is the reason for for fear,
the justification for torture,
the death of a nation.

Spattering hate,
it infects the world with fear,
and begins all wars;

Because it is the anger,
and death is it's whore

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