Beware: A Whisper of Words
‘Cos Some Whyte Liberals are Very Fragile Birds
They sure can trill about equality
Nod their heads to equal opportunity theories
Prance and dance and
Nibble at you and your
Exotic delicacies
But dare you push for accountability
Worse still, outshine, the still very present, Massa and his Missus
Point out contradictions in the
Complexes of Whyte
Superiority — and the actual reality
You’ll find the tribes of Whyte liberals
Though enchantingly singing
The most beautiful words
Will stop in their tracks and take flight like a flock
Of scared birds
When push comes to shove
They’ll hand you their placard
On Human Rights
Hop along, do a quick right turn
And disappear.
But thank the Lord there are
Exceptions to every rule
Find those with the heart of an eagle
Clear-eyed,
And revelling in
Icy solitude
Keep away from the flocks of
Chattering sparrows
Sticking close to the bone dry
Branches of ossified convention.
