I hated you, not because of anything you’d ever done
to me, anyone I know and care about, what you
stood for, have said or possibly planned on
doing; because the truth is you were a
total stranger to me in every way,
not having ever met you or
even conscious of your
actual existence
beforehand.
But all that was of no consequence, principally because I’m
white, you were not, and your life, comprehensively
inferior to mine and others like me by virtue of
our racial superiority over you as white
Caucasians, understandably from
the perspective of like-minded
members of the Master Race
like me, was logically seen as totally
dispensable and, not to put too fine
a point on it, no loss at all to
mankind which I’ve done
a tremendous favour
by wiping it out.
Your death then should be joyously celebrated and
not commiserated with, far less mourned; and
while I know there are those in this country,
the rest of the EU and elsewhere among
the political and legal authorities in
the civilized and white controlled
world who’ll openly mouth the
predictable platitudes expected
of them as to how dreadful
my murdering you has
been, reality though,
I should tell you,
is completely
different.
For privately and even covertly among themselves
they’ll be wholeheartedly celebrating the demise
of what’s essentially a pretty useless creature;
just one of a horde of subordinate and
uncultivated non-Caucasian brutes, not worthy
of the name human being; and while for obvious
reasons they’ll not personally soil their own
hands with such an undertaking, they’ll
nevertheless from behind the scenes
continue to do everything in their
power to instigate and ensure
that explicitly proud and
white warriors like me
unashamedly do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem