The Renegade by David Diop

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My brother you flash your teeth in response to every hypocrisy 

My brother with gold-rimmed glasses 

You give your master a blue-eyed faithful look 

My poor brother in immaculate evening dress 

Screaming and whispering and pleading in the parlours of condescension

We pity you

Your country's burning sun is nothing but a shadow 

On your serene 'civilized' brow

And the thought of your grandmother's hut

Brings blushes to your face that is bleached

By years of humiliation and bad conscience

And while you trample on the bitter red soil of Africa 

Let these words of anguish keep time with your restless step-

Oh I am lonely so lonely here.