Neuro Logical
To the white man who is racist, but still serves God and kill black people. - Paul Chuks
Updated: Jul 4, 2020
I don't know who it is
you fall your knees to,
fling your hands in the air
and pound your larynx
for words of supplication
but i can guess who it is:
I know he is palefaced like you
and he weighs five times the size
of three obessed people and barely
has a neck.
His mouth is hidden inside
the long shaggy mane of hair
grown around his chin.
I bet your God keeps a hockey hairstyle,
and wears a short-armed shirt with
a picture of series of skulls at the front
and a white man, shooting at an armada
of black people at the back.
I bet his last words in his bible were:
thou shalt stone to death with the bullet
of thy guns whoever is not of thy descent
& the law shall guide you.
I bet your God suffers delirium tremens
and the only hallucinations that films
in his head are gory scenes of black men
with their blood splattered on the floor
and their heads littered all over.
I know he told you the colour of
your skin was the colour of the ink used in
writing the constitution & so, your skin
is the symbol of authority.
Tell your God to visit a clinic.
Paul Chuks is a Nigerian poet, writer and song writer studying philosophy at the University of Benin, Edo state, Nigeria. He recently appeared on Kalahari review and is waiting for his other publications. When Chuks is not reading or writing(songs), he spends time criticising the hiphop game or he's mimicking Michael Jackson.