See it ghosts through your misty eyes
the landscape is changing and look what's happening
got you pulling the political correctness veil outta the way
ain't fooling them all is now blazing on the poster boards displays
they're now seeing your naked hate and famed forked tongues oiled
they know your moves is all about telling them to stay as you say
your simmering fire burns beneath masked by white bandages
the language masters who weaves idioms, verbs and nouns
our demented artists with the pallet of mixed sous colours
now exposed deranged as the pathetic cowards in fears
twisting and recoiling like maggots in turpentine
onlookers now in picture how you deny dignity
and ironize stereotypes you peddle glibly
we are all equal except the painters
who owns the white canvas
and carry the brushes
they see the black
painted black
but now
they know why
your masks drops
PC is a whip hand
you hide no more
your secret in the open
your narrow view exposed
your weaknesses now seen
your nightmare now empowers
dead or alive, your secret is well out