Crap

The following verse is a master’s expression on how he treated his boy-servant; and why he did so.

Silence Of Contempt

Blessed, as i bloat out to the world,
Given shelter and material.
Shallow as the world’s mettle runs,
It saw only what’s trivial.

Silently enslaved, brutally so,
More by existence than my ivory cane.
How could he not, seeing that
He heralded from the streets of shame.

Compelled by a responsibility unto his roots
Son to a dead spectre, a mother destitute,
More bastards as siblings,
Fate, he could not refute.

To the world, again i’d say,
I was his guide, i showed him a way.
The deed seemed elegantly noble,
But then did he ever see day?

The night that my contempt was,
An eclispse unto his existence, eternal.
I held him to toil unto my whim,
My puppet, perverse slavery infernal.

Low by virtue of being born destitute,
Birth set on him a mark indelible.
Saved for none but prejudice,
Social dogma; infallible.

Gave him base deeds to perform
Unto my selfish end,
Driven, myself, by the urge to dominate,
To His aspirations, no ear could i lend.

Only, at death’s knell, do i see,
That i saw no more light than did he.
Coz if he was deprived of love and respect;,
I was deprived of humanity.

Discrimination never did wave,
So what if the Blacks roam free?
Prejudice runs deep, works in silence,
If not colour, it feasts on money.

by,
me

p.s. i despise this poem, bcoz twas composed for a competition. i dislike it when i write poems when i have to, and not when i want to…i guess that’s why it turned out to be such a miserable poem.