Entire cultures built, entire cultures thrive, entire civilizations flourish:
on the broken bones, the slave ships, the human zoos, the razed villages, the stolen generations, stolen languages, stolen cultures. stolen trends: snapshots of yesterday’s oppression.
In the Heart of Darkness, in the White Man’s Burden, in the Noble Savage they founded entire empires of imported colonial violence, empires of rape, empires of genocide, empires of torture and terrorism: masters of panopticons, of prisons that have no walls, have no end, have no bars but run, run, run on an endless loop,
for the wretched of the earth.
Wipe clean. wipe clean the floods of blood that compete with the Pacific, and the Atlantic: the rivers of tears. The centuries of pain that runs across genetic lines like the milkeyway lit for eons. their light dizzying, blinding star bursts of crippling inter-generational pain,
if you could but see.
sneering judgement. for their ignorance, their backwardness, their underdevelopment, their bare feet, their bloated bellies, their endless hunger, their landlessness, their statelessness, their diseases that spread with blankets, with unfamiliar food, unfamiliar weapons, unfamiliar hatreds, unknown greed.
dying by the millions to feed the few, bloat the bank accounts of the elite, their mechanised, weaponised, modernised wars. the vast ripe fields, the endless flowing rivers of gold, the lush valleys and the bursting forests: only for the masters to reap.
And Big Brother sits with Her White Gaze and watches and kills and kills and kills: don’t riot, don’t resist, don’t speak, don’t rise.
erase. whitewash. your blackness. your kurdishness. your sunkissed, brown skin. your womenness. your queerness. your refugeeness. your Muslimness. your indigenousness. your otherness.
bow. bow in acceptance, in servitude, in acquiescence. Forever.
endlessly: for an eternity and a day and a day and a day… let it choke you, stroke you, silence you into a lull: a depressive, anxiety ridden, inconsolable delirium of suicide by acceptance and silent, cancerous suffering.
No one gives back rights they founded entire empires on just to steal, my dear.
You have to retake it. by force, by will, by any means possible. take it.
by any means possible.