FAR FROM THE MERIDIAN
I wish death upon pedophiles and rapists.
Some privileged heirs of the Republic of Enlightenment slave-masters are pedophiles, sometimes rapists.
I dream of being the executioner of fanatic terrorists.
I cursed monotheism after reading the Code Noir and the papal bull of Nicholas V.
I blaspheme to honor the arrogance of Lucifer.
Promoter of absolute freedom, I despise the tyranny of religious morality.
I have read the Torah, the Bible, and the Qur’an in their entirety.
I would rather burn in the flames of their hell.
I do not believe in their imaginary paradise.
I have never needed their God to sanctify human life.
I will never again set foot in monotheistic places of worship,
Those cemeteries that bury the blessings of those who choose to embrace the alienation of their dogma.
Most criminals are believers, therefore sinners.
I have cursed the Catholic Church for its role in spreading the savagery of slavery and the barbarity of colonization.
I am a sub-Saharan African free from religious shackles.
Neither Jew, nor Christian, nor Muslim.
I will never be blindfolded in a temple.
No candle will burn on the candelabrum of those centuries of persecutions.
I am a rebellious Black man; I will never applaud the oppressors of my Africanness.
No compromise when digging into the black pages of their history.
I have acquired knowledge and confidence.
I will never need their recognition.
I walk the Earth with my convictions.
I curse Christianity, Judaism, and Islam with the insolence of lucid determination.
I will never bow to the dogmatic bestiality of their slave-making, colonizing, and negrophobic religions.
I do not believe in their so-called human rights.
They are the financiers of all the wars and genocides that massacre humanity.
These thieves violate the dignity of the peoples of the Third World.
Always a suspect, even with a crucifix around my neck.
These supremacists have hated the color of my skin for centuries.
I share the reflexes of those independence guerrillas
Who were beheaded by the soldiers of General de Gaulle’s colonial army.
Descendant of a people of rebels.
To prostitute my integrity—an ancestral prohibition.
The babbling of a drug-crazed psychopath for the filthy ears of those racists.
Slave markets still exist in Libya.
Before the eyes of the United Nations, ethnic cleansings unfold without interruption.
On this bewitched planet, atomic bombs tremble in their silos.
Most of the leaders of this anarchic microcosm are mentally ill.
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