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How is it possible to hate

People that you have never met,

Based simply on colour

Or on sexuality or faith,

How can you possibly believe

They are different from you and me,

Or in fact even individual or unique

People just do it because they are lazy,

Lazy in mind and so generalise

To ignorant to realise,

That we all lead vastly different lives

But people tell themselves lies,

That because they’re not immigrants, Muslims,

Black people or lgbt’s,

Aren’t them, that makes them feel superior.

I wonder how they would feel if the boot

Was in the different foot,

Or if they had to walk a mile in their shoes,

How they would then feel

And how they would then fair

And wonder if then they would expect others to care.