hello friends it is your Miles, the poet from Nigeria, reporting here. I hate patriotism, i think it evil and unchristian, especially british patriotism because the british were wicked to the glorious nation of Nigeria, the greatest and most powerful county in africa and the best in the world, and our brave soldiers.
i love all childran as christian of course but i wish this little fat child were not born as he is fat and luxury whilst so many in africa die, so i write this poem about baby and injustice for you all to love and enjoy
Wicked william and killer kate
for whites full of love but for black full of hate
This day they birthed a little lamb
And chaps are happy across the land
But think as fat baby cries and calls
think of thin baby in their momas shawls
The thin little blacks who have no food
who never talk back are never rude
Maybe God would prefer your prayer
To be for here not over there
Why not fat baby get sick and die
and in the frying pan he fry
and made into a lovely stew
so the black have something to chew
then maybe things will seem more fair
then we would know mr william cares
so i call on you now mr prince
to be brave and not to wince
feed your baby to africa poor
and then no longer lock your door
thank you and i send my love to the baby
