The blame game.
The race card.
Status disemboweled.
Who we are, is not the person they see.
Colors of skin.
But what is deep within?
Morale not the same.
Less then human.
Bigots through the generations.
Declaring there manifesto in waves of hate and discrimination.
The quest for obliteration.
Creating a culture sensation.
Flags hang high.
With eloquent words sometimes there purpose is disguised.
How can it be those of great intellects only believe in one of many truths?
A closed mind to your kind.
Its already been decided.
With very little hesitation.
I know what you are, and you just don't belong here.
No conversation before the judgment has been made.
A conclusion that causes nothing but more pain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem