I hate your shoes,
the way you walk in them,
for how they put you in my way.
I hate your face.
I hate the sound of your breath before you speak;
I hate your voice and your language.
I hate how you spend your free time,
what you do in the privacy of your own home;
I hate you for not having a home.
I don’t care how often you bathe–
you’re *****, your smell disgusts me.
You disgust me.
I have no gavel or mastery of law
but **** right it’s my right
to judge you, judge you
not for the content of your character
but the content of melanin in your skin,
judge you for your father’s blood,
the sins of your children,
your womb and your lewdness,
your dreams and your waistline,
for the lovers you bring to bed.
I’ll burn down temples to share with you
the light of my God because
like you, yours is *****.
I will beat you ****** for the beliefs
that we do not have in common.
All men are not created equal,
you are beneath me.
I will judge you for your undeserved freedom.
This land is better off stripping the rights of all
than to allow the mistake of giving you any.
How dare you **** the blood for my land,
my children, my people.
I will do grotesque things in the name of hate.
I will do grotesque things in the name of purity.
And you need to be purified
and I hate you
because my God hates you.
Oh, you of little faith:
Repent! Or die.
There can be no peace
when sinners like you are so wrong.