White Paint

Literary and verbal poison infects a tranquil amiable mind,
Only a few drops are required to feed on
bad memories and balloon exponentially,
The more they expand, the more powerful it becomes:
burrowing and devouring and excavating as it grows.
Common sense, reason and empathy become
ridden with holes like Swiss cheese,
This venom then partly controls the mind and gains
even more power by seeking affirmations and
other familiarly diseased viewpoints,
It is easy to protect the body but much harder
to shield the mind from infections. 

You sneer and leer and look down upon people different to yourself,
Feeling empowered as you shove and kick
someone with a different skin pigment,
Ridiculing customs and culture whilst reading from the book of ignorance,
Clutching at the parts of history they wish
to restore: but remembering a past that never existed.
Wanting a land devoid of Spielberg movies;
no music from Michael Jackson; no curries or spring rolls.
You prefer a kaleidoscopic environment to be covered by white paint.
Slight failings of government policy can unfortunately
complicit and enamour these twisted outlooks.
Deranged fanaticism cloaking a damaged psyche.