NO RACIST HATRED

Some say there’s no racial hatred,

but if one can’t relate how could one debate it?
Ignorance is bliss it’s like a slap on the wrist,
hate has no expiry date it hasn’t faded.
The stench of prejudice smelling kind of funky,
when they see a particular race some think of monkeys.
Racism’s a varnish or the spill that stains,
bigotry’s a cancerous lump swelling in membranes.
With hate in the air who wants to breath in the smog?
No eye candy for colour some rather walk through fog.
Race, equality some detest, bigotry has its Patriots,
and still they have the nerve to say that there’s no racial hatred.

Morgan O. Smith