Shalom Broke A Rib (a sick racist poem)

Racism the story, it began
Two girls a boy and a man

't was the crisp leaves crunching on the snow
that gave this story its starting flow

Running after joanna
Came little innocent Hannah

But not caring of the man with the beard
A face she should have looked and feared

Tagging Hannah on the wrist
Followed by the tagging of little chris

He ran as fast as he could go
But this was clearly far too slow

The beard was right behind him
a bomb strapped to his shin

Chris began to cry
Soon his head wwent high

Hannah and Joanna
Silent in a deadly manner

like this the story had ended
with heads that would looke better blended / leaving broken hearts unmended