My racist fish don't like to mingle.
They aren't color-blind.
The orange goes where orange goes.
Green sticks with its own kind.
But they all know there is one God.
He fills their world with light.
He adds fresh water to their tank,
And feeds them every night.
Go on and swim, my little fish.
Chase others to and fro.
You have your reasons to be mad,
Which no-one has to know.
But as for me, I'll do my part.
You needn't have a fright.
I'll add fresh water to your tank,
And feed you every night.
My Racist Fish
© Copyright: Вадим Ситняковский, 2010
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