His name has been Prat <br />He will always be... Prat <br />Since he was young he's been a brat <br />Or at least perceived to be a brat <br />Regardless of the value of his discipline carat <br />To some, he will always be a rat <br /> <br />You see, Prat was born in India <br />His family untouchable; from glory not near <br />Prat didn't choose to be untouchable <br />His ma's womb from caste detachable <br />Like a rotten idea in a saintly conference, <br />Prat is perceived as loathsome and without chance <br /> <br />But Prat is doomed from womb <br />He is cursed from infantry to tomb <br />He was untouchable born <br />He will untouchable die - till perhaps reborn <br />Of which chance is slimmer, <br />Than grass-reed thinner <br /> <br />Prat fights for his right <br />Society sees his wrong <br />They even feel his life's oblong <br />A bother condemned to stain societal plight <br />Like does a storm-borne cloud hovering, <br />Grotesquely, persistently on the blue skies <br /> <br />Who will save Prat? <br />Who will redeem his humanly plight? <br />Who will; when his own people are disgusted? <br />Perhaps death; death, which he hopes <br />Will take him soonest <br />And raise him up the caste <br /> <br />Please die Prat; die... die <br />For only whence you in the crypt lie <br />Will you be Prat and not Prat the brat <br />And society will never see in you a rat<br /><br />David Munene wa Kimberly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prat-the-untouchable-brat/
