they're gross, they're vulgar
I hate them, they hate me
so why am I insulted
they tolerate me, I tolerate them
now my son has married one of them
foolish boy, that's not
what we meant by tolerate
he says he loves her
we say he's too young
to know what the future holds
when the children get to school
they'll be half them and half us
then no one will tolerate them
mixed breeds are fatherless children
and have hard times
with both them and us
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem