RAFE’s CURSE

 

Kinsmen, I foresee our default doom

Ruled by women, and slaves to strange children.

 

                   Our sisters embrace themselves

and alien men

They cast us out discourteously

from our Father’s house

And craft a hive, wherein they will oppress us

with the burden of brown babes

There to drudge impoverished lives

amid mulatto multitudes

Our descendants diminished, our patrimony dispersed

in a world despoiled

 

The wimmin squander our people’s being

exalting ballplayers and minstrel monkeys

They liberate us from sentiment

and attachment to affection

 

                   Brothers!  you are cowards to bear this thing

traitors, if you collaborate

 

As we are bereft of birthright

betrayed by bitches

Made the scapegoats of society

the designated losers

And stripped of our satisfactions

be born again hard!

 

Be like our ancestors, stoic and murderous

forthfaring in honorable bloodshed

 

Those who betray us be cursed!

our forefathers despise and disown you

You are unfit to live among our remnant Kindred

who were defeated by your disloyalty

 

Wither in the void,

among the hungry ghosts!

                  

                  Sisters, be warned

You are unworthy of your mothers

or the men who loved and set you free

For we have borne such wounds of you

as only blood can cleanse

You emasculated your kinsmen

to protect your paramours

You have set our hearts afire

with shrill abuse and slander

We burn with outrage and resentment

our natural kindness rendered out

You liabled us for the sins and failings

of your beloved blacks

Defamed and dishonored your brothers

and discredited your father’s renown

To spare arrogant apes embarrassment

you denied our descendants their culture

Then handicapped your fathers and brothers

KinSlayer!

You scorn the sacrifices of our ancestors

who crafted us from apes

For all this, and more, be cursed

AllFather knows you not!

Nevermore be born into, or borne upon

the bosom of our Folk

Live among those others you advanced

find no steadfast fathers

nor kind and ardent lovers

Bear your brown babes to thin breasts

by a hungry hearth

Be born african chattel

mutilated and beaten

Die by your mother’s hand

or live to murder your daughters

For you who have defamed us, shamed us

are not fit to be our kinswomen

The whole future is watching

appalled by your perversion

You are unfit to be compared to bitches

who are loyal, submissive, and affectionate

But rather to some loathsome insect

devouring its mate

 

Your forefathers despise, your brothers deplore

and our mothers scorn you

There is no place for you among our remnant

diminished by disloyalty

 

 

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