Voodoo People
Wherever I walk
It seems that I am
Following the voodoo people
In front of me
Because the only thing that I can see
When I look infront of me
Is that black shadow
That comes from
The voodoo people
Straight to the pavement
Just imagine if the voodoo people
Were roastbife
Everybody would be eaten it now
With mashed potatoes, peas, carrots and gravy
But unfortunately they are humans
Of bones and flesh
Just like me
But the only thing that is different
Is the color of their skin
The voodoo people sleep in bed
The same way that I do
And the voodoo people eat food
Just like me
poem by Aldo Kraas
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