Quatrain of Old Habits - 5989 - Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Old Habits

Old Habits - they die slowly

Your racial bias precedes you,
I can tell by the
foul words you
extol,

When you let your emotions
run free, your true
hatred takes its
toll.

You mouth ideas old and stale,
many are renditions
of days gone
by,

You seem to thrive on keeping
alive, real hate that
once used to
apply.

Yorktown Disciple