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Do you think he is dead?
No, Not yet
I can still hear him breath
He is alive, I bet.

Some know him very well
I hope I never meet him,
Because he is pure hell.

I will give you a little hint
He is like a disease
You should be acquaint
And give it up with ease.

His name is racism
Lamentably, he is not dead
He is full of criticism,
And he chooses to destroy, instead.



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