We were talking, my friends and I
About racism
And how it works
How it arcs through the air like a brick through the window of a mosque
Whispers, shouts, chants, insults
Stands in the way, won’t let you pass
Sings so high it shatters glass
Racism taunts, bears arms
Passes down the chain of command
Like an order being followed
Racism hides, disguised
Lingers longer than a kiss
Racism lurks in doorways
sneaks down alleys,
and under doors, like zyklon B
easy to miss
if you don’t recognize the hi…
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Added by Amina on June 18, 2008 at 12:07pm —
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