Popular Poems About Racism

why do you hate those    
who don’t    
look like you    
look bloody awful first thing    
in the morning    
and not    

that great after lunch    
and don’t even look in the mirror    
after dinner    
I’ve a hunch you  
can’t help but feel    
sick    
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 

prefer a german sausage to a british
I love a bratwurst but I don’t know the
nationality of my egg

although my bacon is almost certainly
danish, all served by a waitress called meg
(and she’s welsh)

and
as for the toast ..

No kraut could make a baby fast enough
once the world caught on to their sick plan
where they thought their "master race" was so tough
that they'd win all of the fights they began...
and now, eighty years on, their curse is back,
where paleface thinks they own the world
and will not share it with the brown and black
or have their blood be by nature swirled
and by that spin a worthy future make
where turpitude no longer serves to pay,
for sabotage, or any news that's fake,
just for the worst of us to have their way...
the...