True story of an unexpected visit from a white supremacist. |
I swear this story is true. Last night around two As I was cleaning my room A Nazi walked into my house And announced That he was a White Supremacist... It must have been true, cos he had it tattood across his chest --WHITE SUPREMACY-- Between the pistols And above the swastika on his tummy. He was a friend of a friend, and most unexpected If she had have asked first I would have objected. But there he was, suddenly, large as life Saying how proud I should be to be white. I confess, with this guest I was less than forthcoming The panicky fear was sensory numbing But deep down inside my objections kept coming........... Give me one reason to be proud to be white! Didn't pass an exam, didn't study all night! There was no fancy footwork, no favours called in No fault of mine I was born with white skin. When I mumbled something vague about that He backed up his stance with the idea that It was OK for the All-Blacks, standing in a pack Chanting and cheering and chuffed to be black But - I didn't say - Are you insane? They are proud of how brilliantly they play! They keep on winning, game after game They're proud of their football skill You Aryan dill! It's only the random spin of the Wheel of Chance That you were born in Australia and not in Japan The reasons that you were not born a Jew Are totally nothing to do with you. Be proud of achievements Be proud of your growth Be proud when your kids fight over who loves you most Be proud of yourself if you learn something new Or for helping a friend, or for cooking a stew. These are the things that make us unique Not the colour of our eyes, or the language we speak. The Nazi then began pontificating, Educating me on the finer points of his 'domino theory', (used when preying on the weak) And the Gentle Art of Persuasion used during a Home Invasion. The theory: scare the first guy out of his wits Then everyone else gives in and they're his. Thanks for the lecture, it was quite fascinating. I'll keep it in mind when I'm next home invading. I can look most people square in the eye I'm so much more tolerant than the next guy If I don't understand them I'll usually try So why can't I live with what this one believes? Why do I so badly need him to leave? And why does he scare me right out of my tree? I guess I see. It's because he's evil. Kind of a devil. I'd love to see his karmic bill. I believe anyone who would kill For his kind of racist thrill Is dangerously ill. The gates of hell are not a place They're a face. And that face is a disgrace to the whole human race. |