When a spade is a spade.
There are festering sores on the face of Africa murder,
sickness, poverty injustice and excessive vulgarity of
the powerful, but we are so polite will not point our
white fingers and say anything that might cause offence,
but we must and not perversely go on blaming ourselves
for Africa’s many ills, they must walk their own walk
and stop blaming their colonial past for their problems
There is great injustice done to the Palestinians, by Israeli
occupiers who stolen and keep stealing their land, but we
are so polite will not point our goy fingers and not say
anything that might cause offense to those who call
themselves “the chosen people,” but we must, not go on
perversely excusing them in the holy name of holocaust
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
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