Teaching Kids

 The kids call me Stumpy
Lumpy, Jumpy or Bumpy

They don’t know yet how to care
Their parents let them stare

Let them point and laugh
At not a whole man just a half

They let them ping bands elastic
Allowing comments all sarcastic

They don’t react to chastise
As apart of me slowly dies

From the rubbing on of salt
Still it’s not the children’s fault

It’s from innocence they joke
Unlike the other townsfolk

And more especially the parents
Disguising any kind of transparence

Because behind closed doors
It’s their hate that outpours

Deliberately looking for the difference
With no regard for causing offence

They must find a way to feel bigger
They notice the cripple or the nigger

They notice the Syrian refugee
They notice the gay and the fancy free

The Paki, the Muslim, the spastics
The obese not fit for gymnastics

It’s no surprise they hate the Jew
Or any child of a different hue

Those with ginger hair or no hair
The mentally ill and those in despair

Their bigotry from behind closed blinds
Provides evidence of their closed minds

Lacking the balls, to say it to our faces
These butt ugly bigots and closet racists

Suffering from terminal cowardice
Silently they crawl, they spit and hiss

Forever doing what decency forbids
Their hatred, they teach to their kids

Overtime their innocence is lost
As they’re cajoled, bullied and bossed

And they become
Just like their Mum

Brutal and sad
Just like their Dad

Cowardly and not any tougher
As the different continue to suffer

In this hate filled mass insanity
Any wonder I lack faith in humanity