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