Prejudice plasters plagues …even on platinums Plucking preciousness off perfection Pushing possible proofs …into poor pits II Prejudice is like raging fires …in dry leaves A little fury is all the air it needs …to graze the land to destruction It corrupts thoughts …blinds souls …turns friends into foes And throws darkness on sunny days […]
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