521 (23.11.2015)

How can you live your life so filled with hate,
For anything that's not the same as you?
We listen as you steadily berate,
The sight of everything that's slightly new.
We try to understand it's just your age,
We know that times where hard when you were raised
But still the seething cesspool of your rage,
Leaves all of us dumbfounded and amazed
You had to struggle so hard to survive,
It's like you never really learnt to give
And though you felt at times you were alive,
It's like they never really let you live.
And now you judge by colour and by skin,
And cannot see that this perhaps is sin.

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