Pravus

Drooling floods of led
Armed with distorted belief
Sharp munition spat from our minds
Malignancy – rounds, automatic fire 

Black, acidic bile
Seeping wounds of shattered souls
Still not [bad word] out fast enough
To quench our thirst for it to bleed us dry 
 
 
Vile, ever-menacing intent
Repulsive belligerance shot from toxic minds
Blatant disregard for all but self
Proudly flaunting the depravity of a race condemned, malign 
 
 
Iterate, repeat these my words
Recite the mantra of late
I will corrupt and impair
Vitiate, dispirit, debase, violate 
 
 
Souls born with hateful intent
The deceitful spawn, descendants of lies
By the poisoned nails of history stung
If granted the will to injure
If granted the will to harm
– The blades of hurt inexhaustibly swung