Quiet Tune

Hatred hums a quiet tune

It lulls the weak to sleep

Too paralyzed and poisoned

To do anything but dream

The antidote is progress

Such a hard pill to take

Hate thrives on inaction

An easier thirst to slake

 

 

 

 

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