Only the voice was hers
The words were all theirs
Poor old Marion had been led
To believe in false views

It was not her fault

They taught her right from wrong
The opposite way around
Poor old Marion knew of no colour
She only saw the world in greyscale

That was all their fault

Their ignorance she replicated
Time and time again
Poor old Marion spoke such hate
Her outdated thoughts brought no love

And that was all her fault.

To spout such hate you must deny love
Then the name bigot fits like a glove.


Little Ginge x


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