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On white people, by a white person

 

On white people, by a white person

 

Bob Marley laments that “all I ever have is redemption SONGS”

Well that may be

But what do we whiteys have

Songs of misery

Or inanity

We whiteys are misanthropists

Shut the world out

Walk around with sour faces

I’m sick of it

I’ve seen poverty

But with it a community culture

Dangerous sure

I don’t wanna glamorize it

But yunno, people cared for one another

In Australia it’s impenetrable

Closed cliques

It’s awful here

People comparatively globally affluent

Gripeing with every devalued cent

Man try telling that to someone in Mozambique

They’d think they’d won the lotto

The 3rd world are determined

The first world

Have fake given up

Lacking in spiritual depth

They’re doing ok

Their greed goes beyond their means that’s all

What’s my solution:

To have an open hearted jam

But no one will come

So have your misanthropy

& leave me out of the bullshit

The fake middle class victimhoods

You don’t want any better

You are self centred

You don’t represent anyone other than yourselves

So shut the fuck up!

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

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