poetry,  racism

Hate speech

A sly joke in 8chan

Lighten up, just harmless trolling …

Before you get down to tin tacks

And take the knuckledusters for an outing

But the problem ain’t just that …

Hate,

Well it’s on the hustings,

Flag draped proud

Around its shoulders.

And on nightly news its number two.

Hate’s lurking in the bomb bay,

Waitin’ for the order.

Its gift wrapped in the missile,

And stockpiled on the wharf.

Mate, the horse has bolted,

And the gate’s still goin’,

Blowin’ back and forth.

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