This is dedicated to Tommy Thompson, Don Imus, and Dr. Seuss.
Who Do You Hate?
Who do you hate when it rains?
Who do you hate when it snows?
Do you shout at the niggers and the nappy-head ho's?
Who do you hate when you're tired?
Who do you hate when you sleep?
Do you curse at the chinks and the japs and the creeps?
When you're weary and aching and cold and so sore
when the colours all mix 'til you can't take no more
Do you hate all the kikes and wops and the kooks?
Do you hate Democrats and Republicans too?
Do you hate all the crackers in fancy dress shoes?
Who do you hate when your hating is through?
Yes, I'm talking to you
who hate blacks, Mexicans, Arabs, and Jews,
with your racist jib-jabbering hoodley-hoo
with your poorly dreamed excuses and back-pedaling too
Do you think we'd believe the cold made you obtuse?
Chilled your brain enough that the Devil got loose?
When you're tired well that's when we really get at the truth
,what you really believe, not your spin-doctoring coo's.
So yes, you.
Who do you hate when the daylight is through,
when your remarks have dropped bombs like the Luftwaffe flew,
when you drift off to sleep and the world waits for you,
Who do you hate when the next day is new?
I get tired and cold and sick just like you,
but being racist has nothing to do with the flu,
When I'm coughing I don't cry "Death to the gooks!"
If cold makes you racist maybe south you should move?
Where brown-skinned kids play and swim in the pool,
if you're warm and you're fresh can you love those kids too?
Who do you hate when it rains?
Who do you hate when it snows?
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