Racism
It exists in every land
It comes in every band
Somewhere it's like water in sand
Somewhere a glove in hand
Somewhere they call it Social standards
Somewhere they call it grace of the gods
Somewhere they call it living out of the odds
Pity the people that live with it afterwards
Pity the society full of all such retards,
Racists, Racism and all cowards.
Copyright © Kamran Rashid | Year Posted 2020
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