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Face the facts

They see our lives without the facts
They judge while their senses lack
They hate our future
And stomp out prime
And out of fear
They call us crime
We are not hated but merely judged
By those few possessing tunneled love
Feel one way
And look another
Hate our fathers hate our mothers
We shall not shed a singled tear
For these so narrowed as a spear
We shall redeem what has been lost
As our ancestors names have paid our cost
Now, let us step forward and play our turn
And give bias a lesson learned
We will give it facts, we won't be hated
All views of us shall not be tainted