Pairs of glares on I-see stairs
In the cold light of the day
Looking down disdainfully
In a most unfriendly way
A stormy form that cannot warm
In spite of many in its group
Who dream in screams of enmity
In their lower level stoop
It all stews down to odious views
What can you do with hateful lies
Stuck in a fusion of illusion
In gangs of unwise packs of eyes
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