It was not long before he was born
He managed to convince you
That your skin is fairest
That your blood is purest
That your language is divine
That your land is holy
That your presence is God’s will
And God said I want nothing to do with this
He clawed you back into a deep well
From which no light escaped
Its waters rancid
Its air rank
The darkness that was before
Everything came to be
And the Devil said this has nothing to do with me
Afterwards, he sat on a porch
In a wooden chair
With a smirk on his face
Watching you walk down the street
Dazed and confused …