Racists can not help being what they are.
They have been speeding quicker to an isolation,
Faster than they are being consumed...
By their own hatred.
They speed towards a fate inescapable.
And all we have to do is wait.
Since their eyes are too clouded,
To see the edge.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nicely written and full of truth...a ten from me for this fine poem