Bigots, racists...
And those sitting on fences,
Just don't get it.
Ignorance used to refuse the truth,
Doesn't prevent it from existing.
To know everyday,
Which minds are decayed.
Only to have it revealed to the ones,
Who creates the conflicts.
And where they originate from.
Bigots, racists...
And those sitting on fences,
Just don't get it.
But hopefully when greed decreases,
And greasy fingers dry from being licked...
The ones who have isolated themselves to limits,
Will finally awaken to realize they've restricted...
Their own benefits the very people they disliked,
Supplied.
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