They Kill What They Don’t Understand
A poem
Starts with a twisted fascination
Then they start to question, in their round churches
In their pure white streets
Pure white sheets
Who and what is this strange unfamiliar?
With their odd behavior
Kissing someone of the same sex as them
The horror!
How dare they display their love for one another?!
Abomination!
Only unclean women mark their bodies with beautiful artwork
Only the ugly ones decorate their faces and bodies with ornate jewelry
A human is born as they are. No exceptions.
The earth is to be conquered. Not a mother.
Soulless heretics are burned for their ignorance
No righteous woman would EVER be unnatural
No righteous man would sully themselves with a Whore of Babylon
We, the pure, cannot allow this strange unfamiliar to thrive!
They are the problem!
Not us!
Never us
The strange and familiar have no right to exist
For we, the pure
The white…are here to save you
We don’t want to understand you, strange and unfamiliar
We want to conquer you. This is our of salvation for you
We, the strange and unfamiliar don’t recall ever needing salvation, of any kind.
We, the strange and unfamiliar, know of your kind.
Thousands of years
Thousands of tears
Blood soaked soil is representation of your so called salvation
You, the pure
the white know nothing of who has a right to exist
The Mother you deny is the one who will be your demise
The Mother allows you, pure and white to exist, for now
Wait until She rolls your bones.
Your malevolent Father you bloody your knees for will never save you
Your fires
Your whips
Your chains
You rape
You shame
You kill what you don’t understand
I weep
Not for you, the pure
the white
My tears are of a Mothers rage
And they water resistance
Resilience
Revolution
From brutality emerges a beauty that will change the world