FROM A MASTER TO HIS SLAVES
“I really do not believe in this letter thing, let’s be done with it so you can get back to work.”
There’s a reason I am a Victor,
and my brother is just a Paul,
Although my wife is a Vicar,
the devil has my controls,
Though I am not a Bible reader,
I admired Saul before he was Paul,
You better pray I am not your seeker,
when you escape your duty calls.
Do you dare to call me wicked?
Despite all the bad that you do!
You sit and say I am crooked,
and still perform your voodoo?
All your pain was predicted,
before my whip ever knew you,
Trust that I don’t feel conflicted,
all of this I have thought through.
You no longer have screws,
why do you keep crying for nuts?
I cut them all not a few,
and fed them to my big cats,
They still need more to chew,
Oh, how they love fats,
Your boys are now in the queue,
and please no buts!
I can’t be the farm owner,
and not taste all the apples,
My wife leaves me alone now,
and denies me the right of couples,
I am left right at the corner,
who is fighting my battles?
I have to praise the lord somehow,
and chocolate’s the best chapel.
You blacks are like sheep,
concrete heads with hallow minds,
Only forward like a creep,
even when stepping on steep mud,
All you can do is peep,
and wish you could become dads,
Your women chew while you sleep,
Oops Ha! Ha! Ha never mind!
Your pain makes me a god,
so your chains I can easily afford,
The more of you that are sold,
more money to me comes from abroad,
I will take what I want and adore,
my lust cannot be ignored,
As your master and your landlord,
what I want I will always explore.
Sometimes my nights are troubling,
too long and of a distance,
For I know my death is coming,
I acknowledge your hate’s persistence,
I live the rest of my life gambling,
that tomorrow won’t birth the resistance,
Just kidding while rumbling,
can’t wait to wipe you out of existence.
“Remember this Diana,
with a song from the mansion,
there is nothing like karma, Santa,
or black fashion, terms invented by grandma,
justifying her selfish kind actions,
so do not be a charmer, by giving slaves bigger rations, do you want to be the next governor?
Be a master with passion,
White Diamond you are and slavery is your calling.”
