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Country of Hatred

Country of Hatred
This is supposed to be a country without hatred
A country of peace
But, yet, hatred flares like the flames of a fire

She’s as innocent as a lamb
And modest as a preacher’s wife
But you look at her as if she’s a mangy dog

She’s a harmless stallion
With a scarf, the color of a peacock
But, yet, you fail to realize the bundles of gold inside

This country is not what she thought 
But the discrimination is fierce as an angered beast
The discrimination hunts her down as if she’s the prey of a grey wolf
But, yet, you choose to flare the flames of the blazing fire of hatred
Everywhere she goes, she’s looked down on
Like she’s a dog that suffered from hunger with its skeleton protruding through its skin

Nobody wants to have anything to do with this innocent stallion besides hatred
But, yet, you throw gas on the flames of the fire of hatred to make it flare 
She’s a stallion in the orchid eating grass as silently as mouse 
But you’re the soldier, that startled her with gun fires
Setting the orchid on fire
But, yet, you fuel the blazing flames of the fire of hatred

The red flames of the fire of hatred roar like the mighty king of the jungle
The grass, sticks, and shrubs beneath the stallion’s feet begin to melt like a cube of ice in the sunlight
But, yet, you choose to pour fifty gallons of gas onto the blazing flames of the fire of hatred

You judged the stallion by the color of her coat
But didn’t take a glimpse of the golden heart
Instead you prey on her like you’re hunting your enemy of war
But, yet, you choose to fuel the flames of the blazing fire of hatred

She’s lost inside, because you turned her down
Because you denied her of rights
As if she was the criminal of a bank robbery
But on the inside, she’s made of gold
But, yet, you choose to pour gas on the blazing flames of the fire of hatred

Gas after gas
Flames after flames
But who would step up and pour one thousand gallons of cold
    water to freeze away the flames of the fire of hatred
But, yet, you choose to pour one thousand gallons of gas on the 
    flames of the fire of hatred, to fuel the flames of the blazing 
        fire of hatred

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