Cultural Poem

What is it about culture
that makes us feel so proud?
And the people we call racists
that make us feel so down?
Why is it that our culture
turns around that little frown?
We feel so normal
in a familiar crowd.
We're surrounded by familiers
at home, at school, and work
But when we shop for holidays
some people can be real jerks
Whey des it make them smile
when someone crys their eyes out
Or when they stay strong
and fight their self-control?
Why are there rasicts
or jerks in the mall,
Why is there culture
or religion at all?