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 …