Fanaticism, Hate, Murder
They don't see existing here
Have driven them to this land
Where Prejudice alone
Would be easy to withstand;
Where,
Because it's a democracy,
And votes,
Every three years,
There's a spike in fanaticism
and ideas to stop the boats;
Where,
Just of late,
I've heard
That word before 'Murder',
'Hate'.
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