Down Pressor
I
hate
the
oppression
you
so
heavily
bear
upon
my
mind.
Made
carry
heavy
loads
like
a
donkey,
messed
up
my
views
like
the
sight
of
the
blind.
I
know
no
more
what
I
knew
before.
You
came
to
South
Africa
with
your
Boere-
war.
Chewed
down
the
thinnest
breadlines,
and
saw
the
many
lives
you've
torn.
Raped
my
sisters
and
birthed
pink
babies,
the
original
black
man's
spawn.
Your
craftsmen
were
learned
in
bashing
our
heads
against
the
wall.
Then
you
lie
to
the
world
about
Adam
and
The
Fall.
As
you
preached
God,
you
killed
thousands
with
your
guns.
Catholic
popes
were
pedophile
gays
who
married
lesbian
nuns.
Your
husbands
killed
our
brothers
and
raped
their
daughters,
or
pimped
their
mothers
as
slavery
bought
their
sons.
Encouraged
abortion
amongst
blacks,
so
you
can
over-
populate
the
country.
You
hunger
me
like
Somalia,
and
your
pocket
money
never
fed
me.
Took
my
cattle
and
fields
and
turned
them
into
slave
labour.
Thanks
to
you
we
now
know
what
it
means
to
hate
your
neighbor.
Called
our
faiths
pagan
and
took
away
our
herbs.
Made
witches
out
our
doctors
of
the
spirit.
turned
experience
into
science,
and
bestowed
it
upon
dark
artists
with
merit.
We
now
have
become
street
kids,
because
we
can't
make
another
riot.
This
is
my
free
speech
like
radio
broadcasts,
try
hard
to
keep
me
quiet.
Copyright © Nokturnal Poet Raymond Letsitsa | Year Posted 2014
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