Echos of Hatred

I think it’s really weird

How you’ve focused all your fear

Into judging people’s souls by how they look.

But if I were to judge YOU

“Only God’s judgement is true”

Is the passage you would spew

From out the book.

You think black people are lesser

And are only fit as jesters

While your own self value festers

In your eyes.

You talk down to women too

Even when they’re smarter than you.

Your insecurity is the glue

That holds the lies.

Then we have your hate for trans

As you shout “you’re not a man!”

Meanwhile your own wife can’t stand

Your hateful heart.

Your idea of a ‘man’

Comes from cookie molds you Stan

That all perform for “biggest fan”

in the flowchart.

You have missed the notification that

Your mind has been hijacked with scat.

While you idolize a dumb, rich brat

That feeds upon your soul.

They make sure to feed you lies

That will be your own demise

And it will all be televised.

Quality control.

They watch you as you praise their wealth

While you suffer in declining health

“Can’t you see you’re destroying YOURSELF?”

At night you scream.

But it is not to me you speak

It is to your soul underneath

From inhumanity bequeathed

From the regime.