That Heirloom Trait

It is the signal element in human relations
that never dies; it holds a timeless place in 
humanity's lexicon of mass instinctual reaction. 
It may not be embedded in DNA but it is
nonetheless deeply rooted in historical
antecedents, a quality embellished and 
carefully handed down from parent to child
its inherent belief so stringently upheld no
mere relic but a living testament to that
undying kernel of hatred toward a singular
group whom a higher power is said to have
informed their status is that of the Chosen
but chosen for what purpose? Ah, to suffer
and grieve, to achieve and to reel back in
despair as the weight of the world's malice
unerringly identifies them as objects of
scorn and hatred whose presence in the
world is an affront to faith and decency
based on the conspiracies the ancient people
concoct as they wend circuitous routes to
power and influence, wealth and control.
The collective need to stifle such ambitions
gives rise to inhumanly-inspired campaigns
plotted to destroy the illusion they are human 
since their destiny is to struggle and overcome 
obstacles to their own agency, interrupted 
now and then by hugely successful genocidal 
campaigns yet they persevere and grind on
sharpen resolve and face their persecutors' 
intent to stem the tide of Judaic presence.