I sit
in a puddle
of my own sadness
oozing from my heart
a cold, dark, depressing feeling
what has brought me here?
how did my steps lead to this state?
I had little choice in the matter
I was born here
so of here I am
but my fatherland
120 million strong
centuries of history long
cares little for its children
it smiles on those of a different tan
as it brushes aside the sons of the soil
those of the native clans
that are not rich enough
not powerful enough
nor dangerous enough
the ones who ride round in Hummer convoys
behind fast moving police escorts
blaring loud for the whole world to hear
“move out of the way
some one that matters is coming through”
we being pushed aside like cattle
do not
so Fatherland tells us
those sleeping on the bridges
do not
those who trade in the gold that doesn’t shrine
do
Well fuck you Fatherland!
keep your fucking petrodollars
they never did your children any good anyway
keep your ill-gotten, mismanaged wealth
choke on it, you fat virulent fuck
your children will live
they will make lives for themselves
without you
in spite of you
despite you
Fuck you!
