Racism the story, it began
Two girls a boy and a man
't was the crisp leaves crunching on the snow
that gave this story its starting flow
Running after joanna
Came little innocent Hannah
But not caring of the man with the beard
A face she should have looked and feared
Tagging Hannah on the wrist
Followed by the tagging of little chris
He ran as fast as he could go
But this was clearly far too slow
The beard was right behind him
a bomb strapped to his shin
Chris began to cry
Soon his head wwent high
Hannah and Joanna
Silent in a deadly manner
like this the story had ended
with heads that would looke better blended / leaving broken hearts unmended