Intolerance
I matter more because I am number one. You must look after yourself these days. This 'Brotherhood of man' is but a con, And charity is just another faze In the illusioned mind of some Who have not learned: what does not pay Is better off not done.
If I am so inclined, I may Put another infront of me But only so I can obey An urge to feel superior And justified in my disdain Of those I elbow to get by And those I curse: who make me sigh.
I look around and understand My place within this world: A diamond in the grains of sand; My tolerance for others curled And wrapped inside my own belief That so many others should Not be allowed - O, such relief If all shared my thoughts and principles, My standards, codes and practice - Makes perfect, perfect sense to me And would offer perfect bliss.
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