Racism Poem - Racists

there are two things that i fear one that i could not see the other i would rather not see they are ghosts and racists the first i could fend with faith the second with thank god his abundant milk of patience racists are a society's cancer debilitating, energy sapping draining peace whenever one is around you are robbed of your vitality the environment dries up and things grind to a halt the racists could stare into the starry night and are consumed by its darkness rather than the glitters of stars god's rich graces fail to reach them their earth cracks and harvests fail few walk the middle path sooner or later they let loose the ghosts they rear in them - the vortex of negative charges stone on cogs of wheel the factory where the devils work day and night to fuel and heat up hell