Racism Must Die
¶ 1
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Me and my friends at a football match,
No racial abuse, there must be a catch.
All of a sudden a man shouts ‘nigger’,
What a horrible man, what a nasty figure.
Row by row the crowd quietens down.
That racist fool must feel a clown.
¶ 2
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The footballers and commentators all go quiet.
Then out breaks a huge massive riot.
Kick, punch.
Then over came black people over in a bunch.
They bring their hats and flags.
All of the ladies bring their heavy handbags.
All of this because of one racist guy,
That’s why me and my friends think racism must die
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