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“On being assaulted for being happy”

 

“On being assaulted for being happy”

 

“You’re gonna keep getting in trouble with Anglo-Saxons

You’re too happy”

Words from my mate from Central Europe

& it’s true

They’ve done it to every people they’ve colonized

Because of envy, because of jealousy

They’re genetically mean

They’re still stinkin up the place

At the top of Ireland

& this place I was born in

Australia

Is full of wealthy people

Envious of other cultures

Coz they have culture

& the Anglo-Saxons don’t

All these people have is power

But inside they’re dead

With their twisted faces

& their 2 second laughs

They hate ya coz you’ve got a smile in your face

They have all these codes of behaviour

But scratch beneath the surface a little

& you’ll see it always ends in violence

As Oscar Wilde said “if only one could teach the English how to talk…”

But they’re too worried about looking good

So they’ll never open up

This poem is called

“On being assaulted for being happy”

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.

 

 


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