My blood boils as I hear the news
About how even just a few
Of those coming here for a better life
Think it is okay to rape my wife
No blood-thirsty war-monger am I
I am a really not a violent chap
But the book says an eye for an eye
And on the horizon I see a scrap
Those blue men from our distant past
Are making me see so very red
I know this situation cannot last
When this ends I fear they will all be dead
I hear them speak of honor
But if they cannot control their lust of her
These fucking men of color
Will face a one-man instrument of massacre
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