The fire that grasps and coffin confines <br />the last breath at the final countdown <br />of life vanquish not on one deceptive, <br />feign hedge where the vociferous <br />claims from one vivarium beholds <br />no testimony of the infinite truth <br />which hides, hides beneath the inner <br />particle of genuine, fine matter <br />where moral degradation of humanity <br />on undissolved superciliousness <br />not offer any promise to foster <br />the ultimate truth in its precise <br />true modulation and finally <br />on the fatal end of mankind <br />truth dies as a silent victim of prejudice.. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />10/12/2008<br /><br />Rema Prasanaa<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prejudice-11/
