In the land of Ashkenaz

In the land of Ashkenaz the almond tree blossoms
In the land of Ashkenaz expecting a guest
Not a partner
Washing hands with soap and also thus
Touching from afar
Not shaking hands
In the land of Ashkenaz I (am) a mofleta
I (am) an Arab celebration 
I (am) honour
I (am) lazy
I (am) everything that was not here before
When everything was white
I (am) the destruction
I (am) the slaughter
I (am) the fucking/armed robbery
The criminal with the kipah
In the house of the law
I am graves of holy men
And lucky charms
I (am) a pimp
I (am) clapping hands
And cheap music
Low culture
Low level
I (am) a stubborn root
And a pain in the ass
I (am) a liar
Because racism is an inheritance of the past 
And dead a long time
I (am) they took me they drank me
I (am) only a crybaby
I (am) a bone 


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