No Debate
How can someone wake up and hate
Not even out of bed before their prejudices fill their home
Always looking for a chance to start a debate
At this point its no longer about politics
It's about who you believe "qualifies" for basic human rights
You're too absorbed in your own hollowness
To see that there are no requirements to exist comfortably
As soon as you open your mouth, everything becomes utterly absolute, useless, and void
If you think human rights is a debate, I feel sorry for you
Everyone deserves rights, regardless of the color of their skin, religion, upbringing, sex, orientation
No debate
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