Mixed Up Poem by shimon weinroth

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