Bigots

I don’t believe that I will ever see

The world that I had hoped would come to pass.

As long as people let the bigots be

Then all their bitter thoughts will just amass.

While any look down on their fellow men

Then how can we expect a real peace?

The world will tear itself apart again.

Perhaps this time the killing will not cease.

Until such time as none are left alive

Or only those with means enough to hide

Beneath the battered soil where none shall thrive.

Which of us would be on the losing side?

The ones who strike the hardest in the fight?

Or those who try to do whatever’s right?

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