Whispers of hate
A playground whisper is going around.
Don't play with him.
As he's pushed to the ground.
Now he stands on the outskirts,
While fingers point.
Words are a dagger to pierce his young heart
Where do they come from those whispers of hate.
They come from pure evil make no mistake.
A child who is nurtured will shine in the world.
To touch each one he meets with the strength of his love.
Who are the victims of whispers of hate.
Ask Jewish people they will tell you their fate.
Ask those who were victims of wars one and two.
Ask every person ask me and you.
When the whispers pile up they turn into hate.
They fester and bleed and a cancer create.
They infect all who listen and cause a great plague.
To wipe out mankind, bring an end to all days.
Turn away from all whispers of anger and hate.
Don't let the sickness infect you today.
Meet every person with kindness of thought.
For purveyors of hatred show you care not.
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