I can't translate
What you write
It's for the best anyway
I don't want to read
How you despise
The ones you do not like
Haven't they been persecuted enough
Your ignorance isn't bliss
Not all of us
Have hitlers mind with
nothingness in our hearts
I will never understand
Your prejudice
So I'm glad
I can't read your language
Then your hatred
Can stay in the dark
Where monsters reside
But in America
It's a free country
You can say
What you want
It doesn't mean
I like it
©kazmac
K