The presence of hate groups,
Isn't a new phenomenon...
Created by the media.
With them produced to introduce.
Hate groups have been part of the fabric,
To establish, divide and conquer.
And for those opposing the hearing of facts,
Are the very ones who have assisted...
Keeping certain ethnic folks,
Restricted to limits with the holding them back.
A pretentiousness to charade,
Has never fed those hungry or homeless.
A pretentiousness to relay portrayed,
Has yet to fade disparities so obvious...
Even the ones with impaired vision,
Run into light fixtures on city streets...
Hoping to find somewhere relief.
And many rushing to get,
To areas they depict as safe and free...
From those they have prevented opportunities,
See the ones who 'seem' upset...
Gathered together and shouting in protest,
Believe them to be...
Disgruntled people wanting attention to get,
For not being as 'lucky' as others who have taken...
Opportunities away.
With it done to do in their faces blatantly.
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