Ted Sheridan Trade Martin Howlin Dervish saved me
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Ted Sheridan Trade Martin Howlin Dervish saved me
By telling me that all white men are not as bad
I thought a few to be.
Even he who passed a verdict what I write is not good poetry
In all humility I say also reads me.
About his poems being read or not being read
Is left to the unborn posterity.
Englishmen are enigmas
Even a genius like Wilde
Was condemned for pederasty
Today they rave and rant revere him
As the God of Aphorisms Plays and Poetry
Racism is not just a white man
Knocking down a black man
Racism is a genetic flaw
Of hating any man
With more talent
With your minds and brains empty
Knocking him so badly
That he becomes a celebrity
Than standing to garland him
To have him sign your autograph book
Sounds quite uncanny
Das Unheimliche
Searching for Sufi wisdom
Lie a needle in a haystack
In every nook and cranny
Write English Read English Think English
With a Heart Hindustani
The Three
Holy Trinity of Poemhunter Poets Godly Pantheon
