The Hungry White Man
the hungry White Man
is fighting back
against all this nonsense
about justice and fairness and difference
and kindness
He wants the world to know clearly
that He does not want to share His cake one bit
because only He deserves His cake
which can never be big enough
because He is always
hungry
the hungry White Man
hates vulnerability
it repulses Him
as does the frightened boy
He carries in His heart
always
He would rather die
than be vulnerable
He would rather harm
the vulnerable
than feel vulnerable
Himself
the hungry White Man’s heart
is broken
the hungry White Man
does not like to share attention
He wants it all
all of the time
otherwise He would feel
lonely
and exposed
and would realise
that He has no friends
other than the other hungry White Men
who He knows in His bones
can never be trusted
for He is one of them
the hungry White Man
knows how to turn the little people
against the people who have
even less than them
the hungry White Man
spits on Jesus
and shits on the Bible
which He flogs to the little people
for another quick buck
to add to His steaming pile
the hungry White Man loves
the after-taste of lies
the hungry White Man
is an angry White Man
who attracts and distracts
angry white men
who don’t know why
they’re angry
or what they’re really hungering for
“I’m on fire!” He silently screams through our screens
as He drills for more oil
to fuel His slick dreams
He wants the whole world
to feel the same flames that
He feels
He’s a hungry and angry and frightened White Man
the hungry White Man
will never be satisfied
no matter how much you admire Him
no matter how much you salute Him
no matter how much you fear Him
no matter how much you hate Him
I pity a world at the mercy
of the hungry White Man
wherever He rocks up
He deceives and destroys and divides and plunders
for He always needs others
to feed His hunger
and to feel His pain
He knows not the beauty of Mother Earth
nor the sweet healing touch
of Her light summer rain
upon his fragile, white, thin, burning skin
Forgive them
Oh Creator and Creation
for they truly know not
what they truly do
the hungry White Man
is fighting back
against all this nonsense
about justice and fairness and difference
and kindness
He wants the world to know clearly
that He does not want to share His cake one bit
because only He deserves His cake
which can never be big enough
because He is always
hungry
the hungry White Man
hates vulnerability
it repulses Him
as does the frightened boy
He carries in His heart
always
He would rather die
than be vulnerable
He would rather harm
the vulnerable
than feel vulnerable
Himself
the hungry White Man’s heart
is broken
the hungry White Man
does not like to share attention
He wants it all
all of the time
otherwise He would feel
lonely
and exposed
and would realise
that He has no friends
other than the other hungry White Men
who He knows in His bones
can never be trusted
for He is one of them
the hungry White Man
knows how to turn the little people
against the people who have
even less than them
the hungry White Man
spits on Jesus
and shits on the Bible
which He flogs to the little people
for another quick buck
to add to His steaming pile
the hungry White Man loves
the after-taste of lies
the hungry White Man
is an angry White Man
who attracts and distracts
angry white men
who don’t know why
they’re angry
or what they’re really hungering for
“I’m on fire!” He silently screams through our screens
as He drills for more oil
to fuel His slick dreams
He wants the whole world
to feel the same flames that
He feels
He’s a hungry and angry and frightened White Man
the hungry White Man
will never be satisfied
no matter how much you admire Him
no matter how much you salute Him
no matter how much you fear Him
no matter how much you hate Him
I pity a world at the mercy
of the hungry White Man
wherever He rocks up
He deceives and destroys and divides and plunders
for He always needs others
to feed His hunger
and to feel His pain
He knows not the beauty of Mother Earth
nor the sweet healing touch
of Her light summer rain
upon his fragile, white, thin, burning skin
Forgive them
Oh Creator and Creation
for they truly know not
what they truly do
