In the "race"

"Seated among thorns", a minority constantly shrinking...is served the cold, bloody drink of hate.
Even the young, has now become swallowed in the thirst of cruelty!

A masquerade of "happiness & togetherness" now shattered by blunt spears of the real truth!

No longer..."i hate you!, you make me sick!" no no...the spears of hate now sharper..."You're good to me!, i like your company" deception rains a thunder...

Feelings mixed, as to what this is, as the innocent walk the street of clarity...not infiltrated by tainted needles of "disgust, hatred & separation"

What are the neutrals to do? Sing now! Martyrs of "togetherness"

The man that walketh not in the footsteps of his fathers' past of colour, straight hair & retribution to the "others", is a wise man?

The woman, that hideth not her feelings for the "other" that she loves, runneth not away to jeopardize all life & inheritance from family riches, is a wise woman?

Such are all now, colourized & categorized to suit one's needs...all villagers of the "pissed on" world, running the relay of "Hold ya own! see an "other", use the "other", don't be the "other" kill the "other", don't let the "other" in!

Masks all painted with the blood of ol "heritage and history"...every man to his own!...You walk in my way, i break your bones!...

Yeah...the happy world! plastic smiles, hinged on suspicion, and uncalled defense! teeth of venom, guised as kindness!!!

We've all played a part in this modern circus, where admission is paid only by colour...and ranked by Upper, middle and lower...

Who made this? why the fuss? yes we've all got history, that doesn't mean we should make ourselves pages of our own! in this war against "skin"

Daily we tear the foundations of the world, only to build another world that can't stand on it's own...a world of hate, greed, & gnashing of teeth.

Daily...little survive the test of "tone" our young eat the flesh of malice, thought the trade of fury & graduate "Kings" of their own bloody world!

One with no vision, one with no class!, just the draconian hand of rule!

Slowly, we draw nigh to end of all ends, and the judgement to the generations responsible for the planted seeds of discord!!!

signed: proud!, but wise nigga!