I remember the days when ethnic jokes,
Were told to provoke one to respond...
In similar ignorance condoned that went on,
To manifest a racist environments.
Even though an escalation of this,
Sits on the tips of tongues...
Of those losing a grip,
Of those things done.
There seems to be less humor attached to it.
As those afflicted by their evil deeds...
No longer see themselves gifted with allies,
Who find them a bit funny.
Or depend on them,
To express remorse!
And of course showing remorse these days...
Will cost a fortune to accept in exchange for forgiveness!
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