Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
A place, to spew, some hate,

To everyone, who isn't one,
Of us or like our race.
Who doesn't have our face.
A different soul, a body not whole.
An alien race.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
Where women are percentages.
Their numbers count,
As diversity points,
To make you seem awake.
To actions that still don't change.
To wrongs that need to be addressed.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
Where colours are marketing tricks,
The many shades of,
Your Abercrombie jeans,
Not meant for you to wear.
Sold only in neighbourhoods up there.
Your skins just not the right shade.

Joy to the world,
We've come undone,
A place, to spew, some hate,
But we can still,
Make it our own space,
Let's take it back again.
The world is ours to gain.
The young can be the poles.
That don't let greed control.
Say ok boomers go.
Let us be one and whole.