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