Malignant Slurs

Malignant Slurs

A timeless enemy
Has planted its roots in my skull,
Leaving unsettled scores
To chase out civility

It was born long ago
In someone’s bitter cold youth,
To be spat out
At the first sign of prey

It has chased out my worth;
The name of my ancestral home
With a symphony of crazed bloodhounds

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