Aryana

No red?
No black?
Shove her in the back
White
& Blue
This one's a Jew
Throw him on the stack
Black
White
Wrong and right
Purity is clarity
Now stand up and fight!
Protestant
Aryan
And, wait, he's American
What shall we do?
Just blow him up too
Life is war
War is hell
If you can take it, then
Might as well.

No white?
No green?
Maybe this one is clean
Extradite him though
Just to make him scream
Drape him all in black
Like a scarecrow in a dream
Beat him
And batter him
Till he makes up something mean
Something he ought not to do
Something we trained him well to do
This man is a Briton?
Just obliviate that fact
Or call him a denizen
Of the Asian rat pack
Who struts about strapped
With TNT ticking
You can't even look at
The man who is selling
That cigarette pack.

Blacker than tar
These men of Sudan
Black is Darfur
These days
Refugee camps
Spreading disease
Patrols across
The border with ease
Call in the UN
To talk a lot
And drop some food
And guns in the laps
Of the criminal traps
These thugs have got
Set up in hiding
Or in sunlight shining
A genocide thriving
Over black men
Blacker than tar
And black oil in the ground
Which is the Arab's crude pound.