I gaze at myself,
at a sea of blue eyes,
hateful, hateful blonde hair,
and milky white skin.

It would be beautiful
if it had not come
to signify rottenness,
hate, bale, deceit.

No one knows
what it means to wander
like a race
that has lost its compassion.

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