The Flowering

When the white man took his bloodied boot
From the neck of the buggered Black
Did you expect some gratitude
His smile 'Good on you Jack?'
When your psalmist sang
Of a suffering Christ
While you practices genocide
Did you expect his hate would fade
Out of sight with the ebbing tide?
In another time, another age
If fate had reversed the play
And a hard black boot pressed on your white throat
When released -- what would you say
Friends and pals forever together in a new fair dawn?
Or meet like you and I shall meet
With flames and daggers drawn.

- Kevin Gilbert