The first third of this anagram is the hit single 'Ebony and Ivory' by Stevie Wonder and Paul McCartney, with its simple message of 'Why can't we all get along?' while the second and third thirds express alternative views on this.
The letter distribution here wasn't perfect, but the results are still passable, I believe.
Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony, Side by side on my piano keyboard. Oh lord, why don't we? We all know that people are the same wherever we go. There is good and bad in everyone. We learn to live. We learn to give Each other what we need to survive together alive. Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony Side by side on my piano keyboard. Oh lord, why don't we? Ebony, ivory living in perfect harmony... Ebony, ivory, ooh... We all know that people are the same wherever we go. There is good and bad in everyone. We learn to live. We learn to give Each other what we need to survive together alive. Ebony and ivory live together in perfect harmony. Side by side on my piano keyboard. Oh lord, why don't we? Ebony, ivory, living in perfect harmony...
Bloody Paki people are everywhere, taking work away from those whose
grand-dads were real British patriots - boys serving in the war to
protect the free world!
And they might not even be working here, or want to _ever_ be properly
hired. Living high on welfare money too - my own damned money ...
money I've done very hard, heavy work for and given to the bleedin'
Inland Revenue every year. Oh, yippee. _Very_ nice.
And how they love to eye only the white women! Fantastic.
Everybody will probably be one very pooey brown eventually - where is
the diversity in that, eh?
I've a good mind to deliver the whole lot to India. They cannot be
poor - they've ivory in Veirwaro, rice in Asia, ...
Oi, leave! How hard can one voyage be? Goodbye!
Go home, or we'll need ovens and genocide!
We each deserve five billion for:
every poor brother who had blood drip away to the earth in a
cotton field - many who had fingers cut to the bone - to dress
some pretty vain lady like a virgin;
every tiny boy who died horribly while in slavery, having been
hit daily by light-skinned men;
everyone who ever owned a slave.
Yet remember: _nothing_ will ever be able to erase history, the pain
we bear whenever we encounter pale-type people; we look on one more
damned 'ninny doll; or we hear "Coon!", "Boy!", or "Hey, nig!"
I know we're never going to have everything good we deserve.
A pity, too. They do need to pay!
We might pray we're given their land - Dayton, Ohio; Albany, ...
I, however, vote "Destroy every cracker!" If not via voodoo, why not
rope?
I have my own dream today - revenge!
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