You're the poison in
the marrow
You're the harbingers
of war,
Like a pestilence
upon us
You're the oil on the
shore.
You're a cancerous
contusion
You're in every tribe
and creed,
Like a virus in our
children
You're the maggot in
the seed.
You're the liar in
the logic
You're the fracture
in the whole,
Like a bitter,
spiteful canker
You're a shadow on
the soul.
You're the bigots and
the racists
You're the evil at
the gate,
Like a proselytising
serpent
You're the colloquy
of hate.
Copyright© Alan
Gilbert 2012.
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