There was a little girl that was very sad.
             Everyone in her household was very uptight.
             Often she was whooped, neglected and spanked.
             She was jerked by her hair and by her arm yanked.
             Life for her family was generally bad.
             Her father blamed their woes on Jews and Blacks.
             Other races and people were at fault for their bad luck.
             When things came crashing down all she could do was duck.
             After a while she blamed others too.
             Why blame her family when she could blame a Jew.
             That's what her father did when his ambitions were lax.
             Growing up in this household was stressful enough.
             People always shouting, fighting and crazed.
             Often this left her feeling inadequate and dazed.
             Her father not working and mom paying the way.
             He said he would find a job but that was impossible today.
             Tomorrow he'd look but being white was indeed tough.
             The few blacks there were had gotten his job.
             Only one black family lived in her town.
             Were there that many to keep her family down?
             Her mother had no problem finding work.
             Who would her father blame tomorrow-an invisible turk?
             Perhaps the blame went to their mexican neighbor Bob.
             Whoever it was had defiled him and his.
             Being white was much tougher than any other race.
             Blaming was easy and kept them in their place....
             White was always right and he said it is.
             He would spout there is not another.
             White is the best in spite of all other.
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