This white man is not my enemy
No, this white man hasn’t done shit to me
Let’s talk about the E-C-O-N-O-M-Y
That’s the real issue here
Don’t. You. See.
It’s not just about race,
but economic d-i-s-p-a-r-i-t-y
Most white men today are suffering just like me
You see, the problem aint with the majority
But a tiny little minority:
The Uber Wealthy Authority
That enslave us through financial s-u-p-e-r-i-o-r-i-t-y
Black and brown do have it worse
But economic suffering is a global curse
Orchestrated by and for the globalists’ purse
And when we turn on each other
We. Make. The. Situation. Worse
For divide and conquer is an age old trick
It makes the majority weaker
And the rich more slick
Able to stop us from seeing our common plight
And prevent us from waging a common fight…
Against the ones with all the Authority:
That. Uber. Wealthy. Minority.
Author’s Note: The white man I refer to in this poem is the everyday man on the street. The working class (or unemployed) man that is struggling to pay his bills and survive. While he may not be racially profiled while driving or shopping, he is not privileged in my mind—since privilege is largely tied to wealth.
ps: I’m a brown woman and a former/”old school” leftie (i.e. traditional anti-Empire Left not the new identity politics fake left). If you like this poem you may also like this article.