Aha! I know your face is black, not white
Even though you pretend to be so uptight
No camera you said to show your face
Let alone to view your living space
To Oxford you went to learn your trade
But no refined good old language skills to rate
A citizen of Irish birth so you claim
Yet Irish or British your accent isn’t mate
You linger not to talk that much
Lest your breeding rough and tough
Seeps through that façade you’re keeping
Thoughts are dark and bent on deceiving
Identity theft marks those photos posing
Claims as yours, sweet talking and romancing
Sucker I know what you’re after
Not a penny will you get, you are stealing
There’s no ship on which you are sailing
Nor Somalian pirates after you are chasing
No gold or cabin box or belongings lost
It’s all a ruse of your fickle mind crafting
Just a stunt to exploit a gullible fool
Into thinking you are a virtuous fellow
Who threatens to take your life, you troll
If you get no money to redeem your belongings
And set you free before the ship set sails
Packed with cargo bound to Russia it deems
A fugitive aboard you claim you are
No food to eat and no money to drink
Playing on the emotions of a fool that’s me
08th Dec 2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice poem, enjoyed it.