Origins of Prejudice

A Polish dude, whose name is Stan
Has never met an Asian man,
An Asian man named Ho Li Lee-an
Has never met a European,
And then, an African, named Mbu,
Has never met the other two.

Has never met, has never seen,
Has never tasted the cuisine,
Can't understand the tongues, the thoughts,
And thinks they all are idi-ots.

Most of the prejudice today
In Europe, in the USA,
In Asia, Africa and Oz,
Is there merely because
We haven't had a chance to meet
To greet and treat, to drink and eat.
We only think they will compete,
With us for things, and bring defeat,
Make our lives with grief replete,
Because they lie and steal and cheat,
Are full of malice and deceit;
Trouble they are, we are elite,
The list for now is complete.
Shall I repeat?

We've never really known them,
Whom from a distance we condemn.
And so are they, and so I am.
Yes sir; yes, mam,

If we got time to know each other,
We'd maybe think that we would rather,
Be friends, and love, and praise and trust
Instead of feeling the disgust,
For one another all the time.
Bells that don't touch, will never chime.