It is noon in ameriKKKa and a hand reaches out for food.
This hand has many fingers,
And some of these fingers are white, most are not.
The white fingers are allowed to touch food,
And the fingers of color are promptly chopped off.
Now you might not like reading this, too bad.
I do not approve of this scenario,
I was just born in ameriKKKa like anybody,
But I refuse to pretend that this is OK.
A finger is a finger is a finger, ameriKKKa,
And now I have a finger for you.