Change the hate
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Blank stares are given,
Long live the smacks of hands that raised
pains that slave the masses
Yet ignored through the constant acknowledgements
Embelished though it seems
the hate is real...
Hurtful play on words spell trouble
and its double entendres become double edged
Though why not pledge to hate the hate
close the gaping jaws that spit poison in our food supply
discard the mad cow that excites the herd
There's more to it within the spoken word
Deeper meanings does Nigger and Craker share
both comes in pairs and full of despair
For each come with cold eyes that glare into the depths of souls
Leaves most asking "aren't our nation too old"
The childish bicker
the sicker we become
one nation becomes plenty
while US become SOME...
The power to change the hate
would not just be important
won't just be a good thing to do for the future
Wouldn't just be great.