Unfortunate Are Racists Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Time to await to debate,
Over...
Issues long shown decayed.
And...
Done by those of old age.
Proves who attempts to prevent,
What God approves with a doing made.

Time to await to embrace,
These times to live to face.
Are moving too fast for the ones who hate,
The thought of themselves of being replaced.

Unfortunate are racists,
In our midst.
Who despise colored faces,
To insist...
What God has created,
Should not exist.
And they're doing their best,
To resist.

Unfortunate are racists,
In our midst.
Who despise colored faces,
To insist...
What God has created,
Should not exist.
And they're doing their best,
To resist.
As if...
They are the favorites,
God has picked!

Time to await to debate,
Over...
Issues long gone to decay.
And...
Done by those of old age.
Proves who attempts to prevent,
What God approves with a doing made.

Unfortunate are racists,
In our midst.
Who despise colored faces,
To insist...
What God has created,
Should not exist.
With a doing their best,
To resist.
As if...
They are the favorites,
God has picked.
To remain and stay...
The ones conflicted.
With this done.
Shown to everyone.
They're the ones conflicted!
Deciding themselves,
To be misfits!