by B. R. GOWANI
Two hundred lashes and prison for a year
An Asian maid in Jeddah was made to hear
The master’s family sounded a hiss
Cause the food served contained her piss
Such is the way the humiliated pay back
Their revenge often has no whack
Whether South Africa, Australia, or Spain
Everywhere people feel the same pain
The US slaves had to de-memorize their roots
They were told so by their masters in suits
Unbearable cruelty they suffered for long
‘Twas too much even for those who were strong
So they would in their master’s food, spit
To bear the brunt and sharpen their personal wit*
Sorry for the little informative detour
But now lets’ continue our old spoor
For long, the Arab masters have drinking been
US Cock Cola and Pissy Cola without a grin
Just a few drops of Kidney Cola; big deal
To serve you they are always on their heel
(*In leftover food spit the master-bums
In callousness slaves were denied the crumbs!)
B. R. Gowani can be reached at brgowani@hotmail.com