White paper

 

Unite! We were half-devil
half-child for them years ago,
we still are, we’ll indeed be so,
realize this, my soldiers of the
third world.

 It’s time to fight for our own
lands, not with arms and
bloodshed, but with love that
works for real growth, with peace
that shuns all-white hatred.

Stop being enamored
with their glitterati, their
glamourous manners, they
are white, cruel, conceited,
looters, plunderers who had
throughout history, killed us
with actions, and words.

The first world had once terrorized
us with their weapons and guns,
plundered our wealth and treasures
beyond repair and measures; now,
they are bludgeoning us with policies,
reforms, grants, loans, and some
other deluding misdemeanors.
 
Do not fight for justice, do not
enter into duels with them,
it is futile, it is pointless;
they don’t have any remorse,
not one bit of repentance, they
may use kind words, but their
actions are atrocious still, they
will continue to be so, until
we organize ourselves and work
for our own growth and development;
in search of a foreign paradise
we had lost our native firmament!

Their words and actions don’t match,
a pack of white lies, they lack integrity,
they have belittled us for who we are,
whitewashed our property and gifted us
with their designed, calculated,
perpetual poverty.

Inside the premises of your garden,
you don’t have to talk like them, do your
hair like them, dress, eat, walk, and behave
like them, in your own beautiful place,
you can be just who you are
a twinkling, glowing star
who can shine with dignity and grace!

You went there for want of a better life,
let us accept that, let us not ask why;
instead, let us work now in our own nest
where we can nurture and nourish ourselves,
where we can work, play, and merrily take rest.

The author of this white paper, the modern
Pied Piper knows it’s not going to be easy,
but trust me it’ll be much easier than
working in bonded captivity.

Now, the time has come, my children
of the third world, to abandon this alien
heaven where we are called names, where
we are mere immigrants; the pied piper
will take you where you truly belong,
inside your lands, you’ll be safe and strong;
you have labored enough for them with your
brain and brawn; now, no more! I am
writing on this white paper to take all
the colored people from the weird world
where you were wronged. I know you
can make your own soil a far better place
to live, where you can toil to your heart’s
content, breathe and be at peace.