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