Prejudice

PREJUDICE
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Hate hides its hideous head in prejudice,
in custom sheathes its deadly treachery!
The man who hates ils fellow men is near
The snake as he who pities them is near
The gods, for love distinguishes the great
From little men, as speech themselves from brutes
The race that hates a fellow race is weak
For hate is fear, and what do giants fear!
What fears a glant race in other men
Unless it be it is a giant too
And if it is who shall such fear avail!
The virtues of the great of soul are these:
Courage and love, courage to meet all odds
And love to overcome all prejudice
The selfish hate we share with Jevery brute-
With them alone we may make good the boast
That man himself is better than the beast
-James Armstrong