That’s a black mark against you
So just imagine if you can
I saw red when you said
I should play the white man
There’s a yellow streak down your back
That runs weak through your soul
It makes no difference if the moon
Is blue or if it is whole
There’s a green flash in the night sky
A U.F.O. comes in to view
Would you welcome an alien
Or is that a grey area for you ?
Lyndon Queripel
