Karma In An Unjust World Poem by Mary Champion

18/2/2020
Playing with the idea of reincarnation:

Last time when I was walking on this Earth
I did a lot of bad things, I caused a lot of hurt.
Thinking of it now I feel ashamed,
but is it really fair I should be blamed?
In the times when I grew up, back in the day,
we all did stuff like that; we thought that way.

Way back then, when my name was Cecil Rhodes -
Yeah, I have to admit it I was one of those -
I had no respect for the subject races,
never did suspect we'd be changing places.
I was Empire building, diamond mining,
I made a killing, but now I'm hiding -
I'm an illegal alien, in Birmingham.
Ducking and diving, a hard-working man.
Now I know how it feels
to be under the heels
of the self-proclaimed master race.
I have to learn to keep in my place -
don't want anyone on my case.
Can't protest too much,
don't know who to trust.
Avoid the police,
don't want them to notice
keep under their radar,
that way I'm safer.
Right now I'm feeling really woebegone -
the only job I could get was with Amazon,
and my conditions
are reminiscent
of the mines I owned then
in the land I'd stolen…
24 hour monitoring
so there won't be any skiving.
They don't even treat me like I was a human -
have to keep on grafting always moving,
practising the art of distribution.
It's like I am a robot, not quite human.
You might be thinking it's my just deserts,
but I'm telling you that the injustice hurts.
There is a guy I heard about in last week's news,
and I know it for a fact, it's the honest truth,
in his last life he was Adolf Hitler,
Yeah, the straight arm saluting mega killer,
and you know what makes me so mad and bitter?
Now he's some billionaire with stacks of power,
getting richer and richer every hour,
the head of some despotic multinational.
So tell me, how can that be rational?