Poems ✍️

People of hate fit a rancid minority
yet their ugly faces all do boldly see.
The majority often sits quietly bemused
pitying the horror placed on those abused.

To rid this world of such dastardly deeds,
we must rise against the infected seeds.
Let the mighty racist see bold and clear,
together our strength grows year by year.

We live in a world of the meek and mild
but the lamb can turn to become the wild.
Let us march together hand in hand in peace
snuffing out that fiery pain of racism, let it cease.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.16/2015
Time: 6: 25 am