The melting pot of multiculture

With its self imposed segregation

Of race and creed and generation

Separated by city, suburb and street

But in prisons cauldron, all one meat

Tensions build and some don’t endure,

The Melting Pot of mult-iculture

The Islander with the golden voice,

A colonial boy, was not his choice

The Leb protests with words of fury

When they put him with the old dark koorie

An Asian celled with Arian pure

All part of the pot of multi-culture

Black or yellow, brown or white

They’re all one colour, in the dark of night

Movements are regular and that’s the plan

There’s never time to form a new clan

One by one, they’re fed through the mulcher

And into the melting pot of multi-culture

Maybe it will start from deep within

Societies cages that contain societies sin

The penal confinement of many races

In one place, where everyone places

All of their destinies into one sculpture

Poured from the melting pot of multi-culture