Halt the job and racial preservation,
forcing people in and out of a nation
into a unknown culture
and let the distinction by made by merit
or once again the later population
will inherit a world full of discrimination
and later on another war
and let us pack away uniforms, old memories,
party political slogans and songs
and forget all the past wrongs
and dream of a new world
of a country fair and free
a country with jobs
and opportunities for everybody.
[Reference: Let the children decide by Don Mattera.]
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