Born from mother, clipped from her umbilical cord,
Our life begins as we cry in the ward.
Cognitive of this moment we are not,
But time eventually shows our lot.
As children we learn to get along, Until mommy or daddy sings that ‘ole song.
Son, you are different from others in the class,
Don’t play with them as they always come in last.
Not by merits decree do they sing,
But from religion, race and origin.
Son their pigment and beliefs make them wrong,
They’re different from us, but don’t get us wrong.
We have nothing against them as you can see,
But really you are better than them as you can plainly see.
The goes to school as normal the next day,
But now his brain has thoughts a different way.
Charles is black and now the son knows,
He is probably a thief and that’s the way it goes.
Frankie is gay and talks a little strange,
But mommy and daddy say his destination is hell’s range.
Sam is a Jew, his best friend before today,
But mommy and daddy say to stay away.
While Sam may appear to be a good friend,
Them Jews will take advantage of you in the end.
Ali is a Muslim on Son’s soccer team.
But mommy and daddy told about how his people blew up our countries buildings and beams.
The Son has now grown up as his parents taught him well,
All the others are going to hell.
The son is a man of right and wrong.
He knew the others were different all along.
The black are on welfare and don’t work very hard,
The rest of them on the police squad.
The gays spread Aids, naturally a disease by god,
Unnatural, they are doomed each deviant sod.
The Jew is always unfair in his tricks,
He will start you with money and leave you with sticks.
The Muslim is dressed with a head band and dress,
Probably another terrorist sleeper here to kill us all his best.
You see the Son knows so very well,
That society is predictable as anyone can tell.
He knows the constitution stands for the rights of all,
But these other demons shouldn’t count at all.
He went to church on Sunday for Mass,
They tell him the same in a sold out class.
The Son, now a man is not a racist at all,
His attorneys a Jew and a black cleans his hall.
He simply wants to be left alone,
With other like him as the to were shown.
He has nothing personal against them all,
But he fells they have no rights to join the golf club and play ball.
He has nothing against blacks, except when there are many approaching him on the sidewalk and street,
He simply walks over to the other side with his feet.
He was about to move into a neighborhood,
Until he found out that next to his house a Moslem stood.
So he went back south where everyone else understands,
The obvious ways in that nature commands.
He has a son and tells him the same,
And continues the path of the unknown shame.
And so on, and so on, and so on and so on.
Then war becomes the next obvious move,
For the enemy is not really American as he understood.
It is about right and wrong as he can see,
To others that result in death and misery.
But dinner was good that day,
And they said the same things in the old fashioned way.
American the beautiful oh cant you see,
We have removed the water from our constitutional tree.
Its seems all fine right now you see,
Until the tree wilts and dies in misery.
Equality and merit is not how you feel,
It only survived with the facts that are real.
Leaving mother’s womb, a new atmosphere I now appear,
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