Tuesday, June 20, 2006
This is me, a martyr:
Bleeding inside, lacerated,
With a thousand wounds inflicted
By all of you, strangers, whom I hate.
You who deprive me of my livelihood,
You who entice and raped our women,
You who bring your skills and toil;
Where I was comfortable with existence.
You should die for your sins
There’s no forgiving your greed;
You who snatch our jobs, our money,
And money order it to your kin, must die!
I am good, you are bad
You have no right to exist;
A world without you is my dream
You manipulator of my destiny.
You live on my soil, drink my water,
And don’t respect my culture.
I will kill you for bringing your alien rituals
And polluting my environment.
You are different men and women whose rages
Have been compromised into smiles;
When you laugh, you do not
Laugh with us, but at us! So, Die!
For your transgressions, you must flee,
For the harm you have been doing
We must teach you a lesson
And kick you out of our homeland, our state.