Western Monkeys

We hear no evil, see no evil:
Its their culture, we do not understand.
We beat ourselves with righteous guilt
for the evil trade of long dead men
yet stand aside, permit the femicide
some long held tribal prejudice demands.

The hand that rocked the cradle of mankind,
the breast that stilled the hungry infant's cries
must bear the burden of the grown man's rage
and envy of the womb's deep silent power.
The knowing ape, must kill and rape;
knows less than beasts we clamour to despise.


From Abraham down through Africa,
a journey on a road in time and space
has brought us little way along the path
that leads to our reunion with the gods.
Defile the seed and taint the future breed?
Black or white, are we not enough the same.

The violated woman never knows
what evil dwells within her silent shame.
Her cries carry no economic weight.
"What can we do, they never help themselves?"
As mercy dies Western Monkeys shield our eyes,
take refuge in wealth, accept no blame.