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Oct 2009
They deal in hatred
-often well disguised.
Religion impregnated
the extremists.
Then the fingers
really started pointing.

No one is left
without being chastised.
Immigration knocked up
national pride.

Everyone is waiting;
glaring at each other.
We are all dogs
being cattle prodded
with hatred
until our leashes snap.

What a circus it will be,
even more so than now.
More so than ever.

I am both sad
and excited:
If it takes so much
-a moment of finality,
of bloodshed
and horror-
to make them realise
that they really ****** this up
with their superstition,
and greed

then I will grin
through the whole
disgustingly fitting
Written by
Jamie Townend
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