there are two things that i fear <br />one that i could not see <br />the other i would rather not see <br />they are ghosts and racists <br />the first i could fend with faith <br />the second with thank god <br />his abundant milk of patience <br />racists are a society's cancer <br />debilitating, energy sapping <br />draining peace <br />whenever one is around <br />you are robbed of your vitality <br />the environment dries up <br />and things grind to a halt <br />the racists could stare into <br />the starry night and are <br />consumed by its darkness <br />rather than the glitters of stars <br /> <br />god's rich graces fail to reach them <br />their earth cracks and harvests fail <br />few walk the middle path <br />sooner or later they let loose <br />the ghosts they rear in them <br />- the vortex of negative charges <br />stone on cogs of wheel <br />the factory where the devils work <br />day and night to fuel and heat up hell<br /><br />john tiong chunghoo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/racism-poem-racists/
