You hear the sound of laughter ringing in your ears
A class of forty children all of seven years
Indian and half caste, white and brown they are
But they get along together for they know no colour bar
A couple walk into the room light shining in their eyes
The girl say's she loves Jimmy and she will until she dies
But Jimmy's only seven and his skin is dark in a sight
And the little girl who's with him has a skin so fair and white.
You leave that little couple holding hand in the room
You walk into the playground on a sunny afternoon
Ten year olds are fighting and it's wrong as they knew
But one is white and one is black and blood is on the two.
The fighters separate, and hate is in the air
You ask them why they punch and kick and pull each others hair
He called me chocolate face and a nigger and a wog
Said go back home you coloured coon, you've more fleas than my dog
What happened to those children in those three short years
That colour came between them and force's them to tears
That after those years of fun and walking side by side
A chasm opens up between, so deep, so dark and wide
It's not because they feel that they are different after all
It's because they hear the trumpeting of hate and its loud call
It's because their parents taught them there's a difference in their skin
And that mixing up the colours is to them a mortal sin
A class of forty children all of seven years
Indian and half caste, white and brown they are
But they get along together for they know no colour bar
A couple walk into the room light shining in their eyes
The girl say's she loves Jimmy and she will until she dies
But Jimmy's only seven and his skin is dark in a sight
And the little girl who's with him has a skin so fair and white.
You leave that little couple holding hand in the room
You walk into the playground on a sunny afternoon
Ten year olds are fighting and it's wrong as they knew
But one is white and one is black and blood is on the two.
The fighters separate, and hate is in the air
You ask them why they punch and kick and pull each others hair
He called me chocolate face and a nigger and a wog
Said go back home you coloured coon, you've more fleas than my dog
What happened to those children in those three short years
That colour came between them and force's them to tears
That after those years of fun and walking side by side
A chasm opens up between, so deep, so dark and wide
It's not because they feel that they are different after all
It's because they hear the trumpeting of hate and its loud call
It's because their parents taught them there's a difference in their skin
And that mixing up the colours is to them a mortal sin
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2017/11/28 - 08:18
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Parole e musica di Harvey Andrews
In una raccolta intitolata “Second Wave”, con Harvey Andrews, Bob & Carole Pegg, Spike Woods e Dave Sless
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