Whose hoods these are, I think I know.
The mall need not reject them, though
Their money is still welcome here:
their skin’s as white as purest snow.
Security accepts the queer
without a same-sex spouse too near
but to a black man’s face, a frozen lake
is warmer than guards act all year.
They give the black shoppers a shake
to ask if there is some mistake
while whites move round in dainty sweep
of ignorance to please Jeff Flake
The hoods spark fears too dark and deep
for black men to have rights to keep.
And white minds now can go to sleep
And white minds now can go to sleep.
Ah, capitalism! The great leveler! The true herald of the color-blind world! All praise!