Founts of rancid 'wisdom',
poured through never-changing lens,
scream from pulpit, bar-stool,ballot-box
and seek 'lost souls' to cleanse.

Raised by self-inflating words,
they spew from 'moral higher ground'
and, on frail skin, lands caustic broth
which hastily can fear compound.

The myth that black is not as white
and gay is not as 'straight',
serves none and seeks,by prejudice,
to drench this rock in hate.