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An argument over what he saw right,
Turns out to attract even more hate.
He, the fool, who strikes without a heart
And a thought for oppression for the oppressed.
Theivery over something that was theirs,
Yet to them - nothing - to us - memories.
They say they have interest in our best,
But They take away happiness, joy - bring regret.
Do they even understand or comprehend
The resilience that They create within?
Their lack of acceptance draws us further away.
I - Embarrased to be associated with They.