voices outside the window

voices outside the window
never seen to ever go
they always roam around for hours
and their eyes always glower
the stares we get in the stores
they seem to run their due course
when we say please stop that sir
he turns around and raises voice
racist minds and stringent rules
keep these people ever fools
staring ladies wearing jewles
pushing kids around their schools
time seems to pass me by
as i sit in this mess
the people here are ugly types
i'd rather be in the uk i confess
i wonder if they hate me more
knowing that i hate them too
maybe its something that they never guess
i wonder if they get by following rules
when the tops of these places
are run by strange peoples
there seems to be a battle of the races
and they congregate under steeples
heavy handed white faced fools
staring down their black rim glasses
parading around as liberals
but truely are disguised asses
pained brains and scratched raw skin
driving brown men mad
the stares and scares fester within
barricading us from being glad
tensions invention keeping me tight
and hidden in the home
meanwhile the people roam around
and claim everything as their own
the native american lands were stolen
and they were pushed aside
europeans coming all around
continuing genocide
they drive away in their car
as we watch through the window
and as they go away and drive
our large smiles glow