Racism is everywhere around me.

Of human injorance i am almost in despair
For racism is around me everywhere
But like thay say sheer ignorance is bliss
Just like Judas betrayed Jesus with a Kiss.

Some people carry their honour in a flag
And Of their nacinality they brag
They feel superior And they differentiate
And againts those who are different they
Discriminate.

So many people still judged by their race
For such there never ought to be a place
A fair go-- those untruthful words i do recall
There is no such a thing as a - fair go for all.

Though we live in a so called democracy
Of racism we never well be free
They judge you by where you come from and the colour Of your skin
For many equality and respect seems impossibile to win.

Its been awhile since the days Of Martin Luther King
His name to it has a familiar ring
If against racism he did not chosse to strive
Today the great man he would be alive.

So many holding the reins Of power not spiritually aware
And racism is around me everywhere
And racism only leads to division and war
Just goes to show ignorant some are.

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