conversations with a racist

Last night a white man told me about his country.
Scotch whiskey loosened the tongue.
The blacks, they are criminal, lazy and dumb,
he did cry.
Shocked: you do not say such things where I am from,
was my reply.
He looks at me, PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP!
There you see,
they’ve killed your wife and two daughters.
Now you tell me why I should talk civilised.

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