Dirty Old Joke Poem by Christina Simmons

Dirty Old Joke

Rating: 4.5


Whitewash, whitelies! Black dark and ugly
What's it all about? It's a hunger an anger
Blacklies - whitelies!
Black magic white magic....
Does it have to be Black verses white
Black is bad white is good
So pure and simple

Don't you think it's more complex?
Vikings raping and raiding - taking without a care
God damn it! Stop!
Yelling out angst
Only to be told...Shush!
Not another cliché? Don't blame!
Take responsibility.

Teachings denied a thousand years into millennium
Calling out stupid an idiot! Ha-a ha-a-a!
Knowing nothing - living in fear of uttering a word
Cut tongue mummy in tomb
Samson blinded for his strength
The truth we seek till we weep!

I make roti stuff with vegetables
Plant base diet...yum yummy and you make
twister rapper stuff with chicken
Headless foul

Competition time! Anything you can do -
we can do better! Inferior? What's that word?
Sorry mate...never heard of it

A safe tan without the burn is all you desire...
Could the sun be a friend? Making me a deeper brown
In the world of fame and fortune toning is all the ranged

A charade of pure whitelies...
Damaging and polluting the atmosphere
Poisonous fumes everywhere
Should the truth be known

Rather the bomb be dropped
That's OK! We're searching for other galaxies
New black holes hoping to find Uncle Tom

Letting go of Africa we've bled her dry
The sun's too raving hot! But that's all right
There's no survival the soil is ruined
A toxin chemical turns the water to sewage

Minds of natives pot stack raving loonies
We're the Brits! Aren't you proud to be British?
Compete and control anyhow
Open our eyes look and see? No way hose! Too rosy to do so!

Removed the wax from our ears - listen a bit...
To the cries of the children: - MISS the football match?
Kidding aren't you....

The game's not over: the play has only just began
Just like the Romans we enjoy a bit of sport
Come! Grab a ticket and watch the sparks
No one's laughing just a rotten old dirty joke

Ranting and raving?
Then we'll never get our crown back

Sunday, June 19, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: bureaucracy ,people power
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem try to explain how we see each other as people. What we are doing to each other. We're merely destroying this beautiful planet call earth. Be it unconsciously or consciously. Also to understand the reasons for the brutality of one race of people, trying to wipe them out. Making them, their descendant look and feel totally inferior to the Anglo-Saxons who are class as the English. They have been made and publicized for centuries through the media, religion and television: to be inadequate buffoons; They have become a load of confused individuals who have lost their true identity. Now are

a race believing the only way to be accepted, to feel valued and survived, is to take on white features. Be totally dependant and believe what is being fed to them; And a way of earning their daily bread. People who have a trace of their blood running through their veins are ashamed to admit they have.
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Christina Simmons

Christina Simmons

St Lucia, Caribbean.
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