Writing/Design - All gloriously White Positive
When the soldiers come
Spite and malice
march across the bridge
with skateboards & skulls
because honour is too hard.
I see fat, black lips frothing,
slackened with greed and lust.
eyes slanted with stupid,
baying for our blood.
I see our history thrown in rivers,
scoured with acid and
toppled from high places.
A pride flag hangs from a window
rippling with every colour stripe - but White
I see black is king, black is God
but Rwanda still screams it’s pain
and I dream a wasteland in our future
We are the prize,
we are pure and pale.
ignited by God & sent to rule
Not perfect but preferred.
and the bone dust & chipped dark blood
will not be ours come twilight
When the soldiers come.