Today a Russian lady
Asked me for the Lou
And I said there is
A Porta ***** colored in a blue
As she left a coworker
He said with a smirk to me
You should have told the ***** animal
To squat on the bushes to ***.
And I stared in dumfoundment
as he turned and walked away
Why would he have said that?
what ***** games a play?
Then I realized she was Russian
And my mind clicked, I see
He was blaming her
For her countries, Recent Misdeeds
but what gave him the right
To decide who she is?
To call her an animal
I’ll tell you nothing did
He thinks he’s high and mighty
Cause he’s male, young and white
But I think he needs glasses
To fix his ghastly sight
For we are not our bodies,
our skin, our hair or face.
And the sum of a person
Is not found in their race.
So what?she’s from a country
That’s creating a hot hell
Does the daughter of a ******
Belong inside a cell?
So what? she has an accent
Don’t tell her what to be
For gods sake man
She just wanted to ***.
Don’t create more hate. There’s already way to much in this world