The Racial Bigot - Poem by Randy McClave
They whisper and they gossip when you walk in a room,
Then they talk about religion and of course societies doom;
Their hate flows from their mouth like water from a spigot,
Then you realized who they are, they of course are the bigot.
They are better than you because of the color of your skin,
And if you are with someone of a different race, you are living in sin;
They act the way they do and someday that truth they will face it,
But, until then we know who they are, so we call them a racist.
They preach GOD created Adam and Eve and not Adam and Steve,
Then they say GOD hates and wants death to all gays they do perceive;
These people hate others that are different and so they call them odd,
But, one thing that I do know, we are not judges and they are not GOD.
They say because of a lifestyle some people will go to Hell,
And if you are with someone of a different race, you should be sent to jail;
In their heart and in their soul all that you will ever find will be hate,
And they will damn you, if you tell them of their iniquities or their fate.
They say the Devil recruits unwitting people and makes them pious,
Then at everyone else’s belief they become hateful and bias;
With his deception and works the Devil is prudent and meticulous,
In the end he creates bigots and racists and causes Christianity to look ridiculous.
Randy L. McClave
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