Bias - Poem by Cynthia BuhainBaello
That mask Prejudice
In Bias is deception
Always dressed in Malice.
Colored in pretense
That never make sense.
Perhaps the ink of Envy
Fills the noxious pen
To dash down good poetry
And display Impertinence.
'The lips of the righteous know what is fitting, but the mouth pf the wicked only what is perverse.'
Proverbs 10: 32
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