white guilt

My tutor called it white guilt
The guilt of the white man
My hands are so sticky, with the
Blood of sixty million and more.

But the sixty million is just the

Start

Start of our legacy to the world
My ancestors, the captain on the
Slaver ship, throwing over
Cargo

Whipping children in the fields
Teaching the uncivilized masses
The heathens
The darkies

So much blood on these hands
I shudder at the truth, the hidden
Truth that is not to be found in
Any textbook

Our wonderful country,
The homeland, the fatherland
We invented the concentration camp
So much blood

The sixty million is just the

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