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