Holy Father Of Poetry
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Dear White Father you read a few of my poems
My forum quotes you came to a conclusion I was
A mischief maker with an agenda to destroy the site
A little puny little brown man shaking the august pillars of poetry.
Than you said dear Father that my poetry was not good enough to be called Poetry
And that to be better understood I should write in my own language, but tell me would you really wait that long to learn my language as I learnt your own, succumbed to it for Life..
Who gave you the right to pass judgment on me, do you feed and clothe me, where you there when I needed you most, the early days of living in a hovel and reciting of the
Englishman’s Racist nursery rhymes Ba Ba Black sheep.
More so, your handmaidens who have been thrashing me in each mail, proclaiming that
Dear Father you are everything but not a Racist..
I leave that to your conscience, but being White you need not bother about Conscience
We colored folks were born to redeem the sins of those who killed the Messiah, luckily none were Indians at Golgotha..
Dear Father do read this as stilted prose and stunted poetry of a brown soul going black
