Racists

Racists can not help being what they are.
They have been speeding quicker to an isolation,
Faster than they are being consumed...
By their own hatred.

They speed towards a fate inescapable.
And all we have to do is wait.
Since their eyes are too clouded,
To see the edge.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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