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What is worth the anguish?
The racist-borne deceit,
Forever cursed to languish,
In hatred’s fiercest heat.


You stand alone together,
From a common seed that’s sown,
Custodians of the weather,
On a planet you think you own.


Let’s see an end to the faceless enemy,
To the ghost of propaganda,
The offspring of false economy,
And innocent bystander.


Fodder to the cannon,
And ego’s darkest night,
Throw back to Cro-Magnon,
Sanity’s last goodnight.

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