i don't which part of me is more confused than
the other -
you can sense something being "up"
when you spend a good's worth of a month
in your native land...
having lived in england from the majority
of my life (20+ years) - i go back to these distant
pasts - these ferus terra of old -
these feral lands - and sit there for about a week,
and become obliterated by the dichotomy -
everyone's white! this homogeneity is bewildering,
it's like walking through a zombie apocalypse:
unharmed...
as a first generation migrant i didn't have
to deal with ethnic disparages -
given the school rhyme murzynek bambo
by the pole-jew poet by the name of
juliusz tuwim -
it's nice, when a language is clearly syllabled,
like polish, unlike french or english,
and not so pedantic in treating every word
like a chemist might...
by simply making pangrams,
or thereabouts;
as there is rife diminutive suffix endearing
in the language, rather than plain
outright offensives - english doesn't really
have the endearing diminutive suffix,
last time i checked,
mały malutki, maciupki would
be a feast for parasites had it fallen from
the nest... true art-form,
the microscopic point being made,
doubly endearing.
beside the point? you've never landed
in a feral land, have you, esp. at night,
in a cold december night in warsaw?
**** me, i'm the native here, and i feel
like i've just landed on the, ******* moon!
you know how white my town of birth is?
as white as: the memory of that mulatto girl,
back in the 90s...
which only means one thing:
weird... i mean weird in a neutral sense,
it seems weird to says this but:
every time i return to england...
it's almost a relief seeing an asian,
or an african (of stated descent) -
i'm pretty **** sure people in western countries
couldn't stomach a return to ethno-homogenous
societies...
i can't stomach it, and i'm the first generation
to make this observation,
how the hell do you think i'd stomach
having my native tongue suffocated when
i'd like to speak it to my children?
i'd probably have random outbursts
using it at night, drunk, with people thinking
i was schizophrenic...
with the reply: i'm not schizoid!
no one speaks slavic to me! so i'll speak it to myself!
mind you, these lands are so feral,
so tightly knit that it will be hard for
an insurrection -
and when i say it would be hard:
i know it would be hard...
take for example the dialects -
modern day prussians? they're known as
kashubians...
and the germans that didn't move
after the revision of borders? silesians.
a bit like the scots and welsh on these isles;
how many africans can you spot
in warsaw? out of a 1000 people?
perhaps 1, and that's a generous perhaps.
the whole atmosphere feeds the already
ingenious brainwashing i've experienced in
england: is everyone ****** or something?
that's what you get! and you cannot suddenly
rid yourself of the indoctrination you experienced
when succumbing to the educational system...
i watch my ethnic natives, and i can clearly
see: a great wall of china...
they're swarming, like water, filling all
the crevices, all the gaps...
and they seem so, so oh so ****** impregnatable,
i'm pretty sure that if any woman
steps out of line, like the french women with
the nazis: i've already seen castrating /
ostracizing looks by by fellow commuters on
a bus...
you even know what mob rule looks
like when a muslim murders a stupid
kid that stole two bottles of soda from a kebab
shop? the kebab show isn't there anymore...
no... hello! i'm pretty sure the kebab shop
owner isn't around with us anymore, either!
hello! mob rule is mob rule...
the last time i heard
when this moroccan was taken into police
custody, and then marched into the prison:
he was found ******* & ******* himself...
hello!? i was born in these parts of the world:
these people have buckled up,
it's not a land akin to a pit of serpents
(lying festering cannibalising - like england):
it's a valley of ravenous wolves.