Resentment is a malady
That ails a fledgling soul
'Tis dirge and not a melody
Hath righteous mind appalled

The ones who teach the hating creed
Are ones who often sneer and blame
To ones who were born with only Love
In Hearts that now bear shame

But they will triumph over hate
And romp to freedom true
With sweet seismic song inside
With Love's light imbued