PrejudiceA Poem by KrutikaScribble
Prejudice against you,
Is a fault of mine. don't you fear breaking it apart If not you no else cares it's existence! Is a gathering pack of lies Bought to self sold to none a vagrant bunch, trick or turn? Is a mounting house of cards A flick and the rest comes tumbling after.. Is a fleeing city of thieves resulting from chaos Only to gather in ruins.. Is a mist filled early morning Only to be dispersed By a light shaped you. © 2017 KrutikaAuthor's Note
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Added on June 10, 2017 Last Updated on June 11, 2017 Author
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