The malady of hate keeps lingering throughout the centuries. There are certain prejudices that will not go away. The world would be a better place without hatred, malice, and groundless animosities that seem to persist since time immemorial.
There’s a malady severe
So virulent that one
Might never e’er recover from,
Before ones life is done.
Unlicensed and unstoppable,
Festering as it shows
No reason why it is around
No one really knows!
Neither time nor circumstance
Could oust it from its tower,
Conquer it, once and for all,
And take away its power.
What is this malady of old,
Born of the untamed past,
Out of sheer ignorance, as yet
Unconquered and outclassed?
Some day, this malady of hate,
Lingering throughout time,
Be hopefully at once replaced
By love, pure and sublime!
Expelled from our humanity
Excluded from the stage
Of values set in bold relief
In this enlightened age!
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