Friday, December 21, 2007

a new world of poetry is possible




The racist kilt
Standing head above shoulders
On a stilt manic self guilt
Destroying the house of a poetic God
That took years and years to built
Flowers different colors ravaged
Hate filled
Blood splattered spilt
As they die and wilt
Collective white racism
With a sword in the rectum
Of a colored man
Up to the hilt
Brown posterior a patched parched quilt
A new world of poetry is possible
If with all colored hands of artisans it is rebuilt
With love harmony peace humanity as bricks
Inbuilt towards anarchy of the races no tilt

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