I don’t wish to offend with this bit, but anger is as anger sees it. I respect people’s right to speak. I respect my own to respond. This is written in response to a blogger on WordPress, who I thought I might actually name here but won’t. There’s little point.
Old White Man Hating on Stuff
Hey old white guy, I heard
You won’t write a book about Islam
Because maniacs may come and get you
Well I heard and I thought
About maniacs and massacres
But all I could really do
Is think about you
You said Muslims are strange
Their god is ungodly
You say they don’t smile
They have no music or culture
Because Lady Gaga is Mozart right
And Fear Factor is epic tv
They lack art and can’t inspire imagination?
You said that? Maybe
Behind your computer think you’re tough
Must not get laid enough
Breathing always in a huff
Spewing all that hatred stuff
This is the reason we’re rough
The answer to why we’re stuffed
You crazy white fuck, enough
Of all your hatred stuff
You want to hate?
Love to spew about the state?
You just sit back and wait
For all the hatred to mate
To grow and get irate
To take away everything great
Please stop before it’s too late
Muslim faith doesn’t inspire dreams?
Their religion holds them back?
Who are you talking about?
Which prayers do you doubt?
They’re primitive, you shout
And what do you think they think you’re about?
Go on now
Apologize to the Democrats
And then the Republicans
For being a mean little hate whore
Then take a six shooter
And go to some brown person school
It’s not that far between here and there
Between the words you write
And the actions they incite
Well this is God’s land
But is this is God’s hand?
And Her instructions?
She told you hate is the way?
There’s another way
Welcome to the fear factory
Where you churn out hate
Same place we once made cars
And things everyone wanted
So what came first?
I’m asking you true
Did the collapse bring the hatred
Or did it just bring it out?
This isn’t hate I have, it’s anger
I love you
Will love you
Will always love you
But what the fuck don’t you get about radicalism?
Does Jeffrey Dahmer make Americans cannibals?
Does Timothy McVeigh make you all terrorists?
They are nutjobs, and so are you
By not seeing the difference,
That’s how you became one too
I think you’re better than this
You must be
You sound literate
You sound like you pray
But when you spew hate
That all goes away
This isn’t Obama versus Romney
It’s us against you and your friends
The hate spewers
The black ejaculators
The shit mongers
The demons sent by the devil
Straight from hell
The difference is what?
They use Kalashnikov’s and you use American made
They use propaganda
You use the internet
You don’t mean to offend?
You do worse
You popularize hate
Until people Like it
Abide by it
And then try it
So I hope the Brotherhood finds you
In the middle of your America
Sneaking down the boulevards
And across the ivory towers
So that you can all have a barbeque
And we can make a wall around you
Keep you in one place
The seed of this great evil
The hate bringers from the devil
And we’ll check in now and then
On the mold that grows behind the wall
How it bulges and oozes
Seethes and explodes
Feeds on itself
Because hatred always does
Well we will persevere
In our kids hands and eyes
Futures that hold kisses for the past
But not reverence for old white men
Who hide in their attic behind a computer
Safe from harm
Well take that gun sir
Blow your brain out sir
What’s left of it anyway
But please put a cover down
Something plastic and long
So it’s easy to clean the mess
And sell the house to
Mr. and Mrs. Akhbar
Who never hurt a soul
Or hate anyone at all
Why should they live
With the stain of you?
And by the way, in the spirit of 2012
They’re Christians more devout and true
Than ever I was, and same with you
Old man look at your life
And our lives too
Doesn’t mean that much to me
To mean nothing to you
Terrence Malick asked
Where’s this great evil come from?
Look in a mirror why don’t you
He also asked about love
Where does it come from?
Well not from you motherfucker
Their religion is insane you say?
Well good idea that you had
About nuking them into eternity
Who says these things and loves peace?
More anger heaped on anger more
But I know I should love you
That I have to try again and again
Because this is the war we’re fighting
And we have to win
This is the combat of spirit
The true battle for our souls
Mine and yours, old guy
Hanging in the balance
Like they were made to fall
But you’re the one who cuts the strings
The rest of us, we have love to bring
In the name of God or not
What difference does that make?
In this religion’s name or that one’s or none?
Who cares where it starts
As long as it starts
As long as I find a way to love you
Just so hard to love you
But fine, I’ll try again
I’ll try harder
To love you because I must
To love you because we must
Listen, if you want
I’ll be your Muslim lover
I’ll be gay with you
Share your bed
Shower with you
I’ll flat out love you
But lullabies look through our eyes
And we end in divorce
You take the kids and the cars
But I don’t hate you sugar
So why do you hate me?
And there you go, leave me behind
Stay the coward behind your desk
Don’t want comments on your words?
Don’t want others to be heard?
I love you, you hate me
We meet but you forsake me
Well there’s a message to be gleamed
That starts in our deepest dreams
These people have been killing each other
For years in the name of their religion?
Hey white guy did you hear the throaty call
You made through the seasons of history?
The brutality you have practiced too?
Maybe when you do it it’s good
Maybe when you killed it’s because you could
But I know and we do too
The radicals and the filthy haters are the slime
That turned those hatreds into crimes
Not a religion, not a people, not a country
Just the crazies, the ones like you
Go stand with your friends
Those brotherhoods and bombers
White or black or brown
All exactly the same
The lot of you pull it
Yank it right out of your hearts
This hate that makes us cold
This brutality that make you old
And in the name of God no less?
I hope She sees the humour
But I doubt She does or will
When She condemns you as a sinner
You and your brothers can rot
The rest of us, raise a fist
Take our silent majority and
We always wait until it’s too late
So find the rage soon
And always rage hard
Because this is the real war
And we can’t lose
The rest too
Come here for the party
In a field I’ve booked for six billion
But leave the radicals behind
And the old white man too
He needs time
To be alone
To think why that seed grew
Into the hatred he spews
Looking at your life
I love you
I love you still
I love you and always will
But this isn’t Muslim versus Christian
It’s us against you and the other radicals
And we’re gonna win, old guy
Old guy, we’re gonna take this one
We’re going to be the ones that walk out
That move ahead and bring the peace about
We are going to win
We are going to win
We already are
69 thoughts on “Burst – Old White Man Hating on Stuff”
We are going to win
We already are
Under the moonlight in the fields, everywhere. Rage on!
Yes (speaking of fields…bring the monkey too)
He is always with me. Soon to be dressed in leather and lace no less.
if this post wasn’t so dag gone serious…i’d come back with something pithy about fleetwood mac, but i won’t cause it is and that’s that.
We can hopefully discuss the pithiness of fleetwood mac at another time, and also the goddess-like voice of Stevie Nicks.
i’ll make a note.
Brutally powerful and beautiful .. absolutely loved it! Much respect.
I´m also callin on poets to check out something i´ve done which you might find interesting.I would love it if you check out my poem and tell me what you think. i used a prezi to create a visual way to read words. let me know what you think.. and keep hitting hard with those words 🙂
I will check it out.
fantastic man, just fantastic!
Thanks Kyle. By the way, in that other story I wrote about kids world I think you may be the mohawk guy in the top hat.
i’ve always seen myself in a top hat – thanks 🙂
We’re weak. This is beautiful. Familiar terrain too which I love. 🙂 Nice one dude, manifesto!!!
Something tells me we are bud.
Brilliant. Well said Trent.
Yeah, I’m reblogging this too-hope you don’t mind.
Don’t mind at all Jo.
Trent–this so needed to be said–I am reblogging this fantastic write!
Kept mulling around in my head if it should see light of day. I don’t regret it now that I think on it.
Oh, yes–it needed to be read!
Reblogged this on Susan Daniels Poetry and commented:
NEEDS TO BE SAID. NEEDS TO BE READ. Crap, I sound like Dr. Seuss. Read this, please.
Reading after Susan’s reblog. Yes, I’ve encountered people like this online. They frighten me with their anger – they must be so unhappy to spout such negativity and spend so much mental energy justifying it as logic.
It boggles the mind. I understand free speech but we have to use our powers for good, not evil.
“by not seeing the difference, you become one, too” ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS!!!
I RAGE with you ! reposting this!
We’ll be comrades in rage. The best place to be.
Reblogged this on Sphere Point.
STANDING APPLAUSE!!! BRAVO!! And my all bigots read this and wake the [insert 4-letter word here] up.
Thanks man. They’re all going down sooner or later.
It takes a lot of guts to publish something you’ve written which is so brutally yourself and your opinions and your feelings. Exceptional piece of writing, the content makes it even better.
Thanks much. I read it now and it seems like a rant more than anything, but I think that is okay and this blog world seems to be a decent forum for it.
Can’t argue with the message! And I enjoyed it as writing too, there’s something so relate-able about using spoken language, hits home harder! Well done!
Thanks. Came out in a blur more than anything.
You were angry alright!! How ridiculous of that man. Arabic culture was far more sophisticated far earlier than European culture.
Yup. It’s just a mountain of ignorance.
Love this. So much hate, and for what?
That’s the great mystery I think.
THIS IS UTTERLY BRILLIANT – THANK YOU!
My sincerest pleasure.
Wonderful…just wonderful….feels so good when one realises there’s more like us..
Yup. Seen some support for this poem, so there’s definitely more than a few who feel like this. Great to meet you.
Yes, very true – I did notice – thanks for your words now too!
Well said! Fucking old white men….
Unfortunately they’re everywhere….
nice strong and poetical put
I want to read the post that made you go off like this!
He has some other choice ones right around that time.
You know, ?I understand your ire, but Emile Zola told Dreyfuss before his trial for treason, actually in part because he was a scapgoat and Jewish, that ‘I may not agree with what you have to say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it.’I don’t like what a lot of people have to say but it’s what comes with the kind of government-in general- we have. There hasn’t a more important document on government and its responsibility to secure the rights of its people as well as non-citizens than the U.S. Constitution. There is a famous poem/quote by the name escapes me right now. It goes to the effect that , and I poorly paraphrase, When they came for the trade unionists, I didn’t help…When they came for the Jews, I didn’t help…When they came for me, there was no one left to help me. You’re smart enough to get the idea. I was actually surprised by the direction your ire took, poetry ids not a good forum for p[olitics. It’s hard to make it work. Write something prosaic. Turn it into a story thast makes a difference. Build, don’t tear down-that’s your obligation as an artist. Best KB
Yes, I’m with you there. Let people speak. Let others respond. Let’s hear what they have to say. Let’s have our say too. I think the writing I love the most when I’m doing it is that which comes in and from the moment. The stuff I hate rereading the most comes from the same place. In terms of style, I am an awful fledgling scapegoat poet and will burn in flames for my atrocities, I am sure of it. But I guess the words come in the form that they dictate, especially when they are not an attempt to document anything or to create anything lasting. They just are, and then they are born, and then we talk. I don’t see the story in this useless collection of rhyming junk. Just anger, and sometimes that’s enough, to get it out, to remember the better things, the cleaner steps we may take and where they may take us.
So unpolished, so raw, and yet so real. This makes me want to write. I mean that as a compliment.
Well I really appreciate that. I wrote in fit of pique. I don’t know if “pique” is really a real word but seemed appropriate in the context.
Wow!!! Powerful stuff here…
Thanks, wrote it in a fit over something I’d read on WordPress. Sort of a jumbled mess of a post but felt good to get it out.
Very direct…I would say – beats straight between one’ s eyes. And yes, we do need more of this brutal honesty than meaningless sugary stuff.
The sugary stuff just leads to cavities. Brutal honesty often leads to… cavities. Thank you for the comment, I wrote this one in a bit or rage.
That was incredible. I wish more people could see life that way. No more Bostons, no more Newtowns, no more Columbines, no more OK Cities, no more 9/11, no more random shootings day and bombings day after day after day so that I can no longer read the news.
Hopefully one day. All we can do is try.
brilliant! as also always. gonna make me reflect for a while. gosh you’re good. it’s slightly annoying. 😉
Ha! No worries, I annoy myself on a regular basis.
“This is the combat of spirit
The true battle for our souls”
I love you Trent Lewin. Rage on.
Thank you my friend. Rage is what I got. Your words move me greatly.
As have your words moved me.
To you too. Peace is the goal.