The hate in their minds,
As they salute the sky,
Trying to touch all that can hear,
Wishing that everyone would die.
Little girls singing,
Saying words they don’t know,
Bitter seeds being sown.
Mothers pimping daughters,
Fathers arming sons,
Hoping for a purer day.
They should look in the mirror,
And see the dirt in their souls.
For purity is not in skins,
But in the colour of their sins.