There are no racists anymore,
We are prejudiced in other ways,
The prejudices are mixed in the milk we are fed,
We see the rainbow and think some colors are better than others,
We notice her smile but only because someone noticed it first.
We have been giving a long time,
Longer still, we have been eyeing the returns,
There’s so much goodness in this world,
See, how it flows out from us,
We are all for giving chances, but first it must be given to us,
Our prejudices come from the soil, from the generations before us,
We live with them, die, wrapped in them,
Proud to be prejudiced, carrying our individual flags.
We are prejudiced in other ways,
The prejudices are mixed in the milk we are fed,
We see the rainbow and think some colors are better than others,
We notice her smile but only because someone noticed it first.
We have been giving a long time,
Longer still, we have been eyeing the returns,
There’s so much goodness in this world,
See, how it flows out from us,
We are all for giving chances, but first it must be given to us,
Our prejudices come from the soil, from the generations before us,
We live with them, die, wrapped in them,
Proud to be prejudiced, carrying our individual flags.
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
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