Poem -

The Theory Of Relativity

We are all related, although you may be brown or black,
your accent is different to mine, a language I lack;
I lived in the apartheid regime - whites only, boy,
treated so badly and then left, like a discarded toy.

Jesus said; 'Go forth and multiply,' different shades,
when it comes to some reasoning, memory fades,
as time progressed, we arrived at regressive genes,
it would seem that they were not suitable for kings and queens.

They were suitable for picking cotton, other things - rotten,
but anything of a higher nature was simply not on;
my relatives are coming round, ask me about theory,
whether it be general or special, it's still a mystery.

If I ask them to help me, something's not right,
and then they all disappear like the speed of light.
 

 

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