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The Stench of Prejudice …
… When silent prejudice strikes,
in living rooms with plumped-up sofas,
a quietly insidious venom begins to seep,
into the consciousness of the chattering ones as they sleep …
… The beliefs held so true and so deep,
are stripped of all feeling,
empty and hollow and without compassion,
as the conceit grows in the chests of those with righteous passion …
… The prejudice once firmly entrenched,
is worn like a warm and comforting shawl,
needing precious little to compound and to mutate,
into the doctrines of superiority, racism, misogyny, gay-bashing,
and of intoxicating hate …
… We are all guilty of succumbing to this silent pervasive plague,
as we sip martinis and laugh and shovel more food on our heaving plates,
as we slip into pleasantly inebriated moments we dare not care,
to smell the stench of hate and of prejudice and of greed wafting in the cool evening air …
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