O my people I do not care, though;
I was once asked, what are you here for?
The only retort I could find
I am not of the same colour and kind.
And I’m supposed to swallow that?
How can I, when this cell has become my habitat
Just because they do not adorn themselves in a white jacket
I hear the cacophony of their devious racket.
To make the matter more succinct
They continue to oppress till we are extinct
Which white would not approve this plan?
Save possibly the odd fellow man.
They claim to be the finest of the human race
But are bad in figure and worse in face.
They numerate their achievements only in public;
With the invention of music, arsenic, and lipstick……
As they continue to hail themselves with drum and fife.
But bully lower forms of human life.
I think that not much depends;
On how we treat our white friends.
Zaheed Patel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/don-t-worry-too-much-about-white-people/
