i read this and felt ashamed, page-16

with wising eyes I spurn the spin
of the very race that fits my skin
its snakes and ladders diplogrin
cement the nuclear pompous in

on one hand keen to make a race
where folk can boast a smiling face
but when they find just such a place
the other hand is such disgrace

spears were used to settle fights
caused the people unslept nights
now arsenals of frightening lights
are not quite genocide say whites

kind hearts will geldorf music shrill
and set some free by monthly bill
so peace may reign once more until
a cross shall trail the red we spill