The gorge of hell’s fire
Inside a fibrous hearth
Breathes like a fiery dragon
And that flame which is lighted
By the match stick of dislike
And oxygenated with time
Bares a behemoth monster
Which when heated to its melting pot
Rampages on innocence
Wishing for his own
Twisted version of homogeneity
Inside ghettos of religion and culture
When the world is as beautiful
As a color palette
Painting an abstract masterpiece
Of colorblind love.


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