Prejudice and it's allowance

The children weren't allowed to play there, if only, it wasn't for the stench
Because prejudice sat there on the park bench
Hostile semi grin, forehead stress beaten, eyebrows smiling
rather cockroach, rather sin bound aura radiating vilely

The children lingered in the grassy dell
smiles and cries of laughter that let go rose and fell
Bless their little wondrous ability to become, to see feel and smell
Yet ambling by was the curious eye of prejudice

Bridges would collapse
and houses would burn
if this mind was sent toward disaster

Bigots are such useless chaps
Thus they should rightfully earn
their grisly deathbed faster