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REDNECKS NEXT DOOR ©JewelRainbow2009
A flash of torchlight through the window pierces the tropical night
A neighbour’s voice outside stage-whispers to his nearby wife:
“That’s disgusting,” he spits, staunching the light in his fist as I wake you.
Some say we’re strange bedfellows, you and me,
Your rainforest darkness dancing on my moonlight skin
They can’t fathom the feeling between us
“What does she see in him?”
Their love is blind to any colour but white
Their love is a whiter shade of pale comparison
To the depth and complexion of our affection
They think you're no good, less than human
But I know you could never be less than them
Because you are so much more
Than those rednecks next door
They’re only here to take what they find
Raping your land with their mines
They’re just there for the money, honey, and the good times
They give nothing back to country
But their small-minded hate
For them it’s too late
For they will never change,
Yet they think we’re strange.
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