White Man’s Burden

[rowens]

The white man is born in fire,
That’s why he thinks of Heaven.
God is a cold kind of love

That doesn’t traffic in vicious cycles.
One man, in one progressive lifetime
That fans himself till death
With the breath of forgotten roles.

If some crazy stuff goes down,
That’s the fault of the planet.—
It’s gravity that questions itself.








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The white man is born in fire,
That’s why he thinks of Heaven.
God is a cold kind of love;

It doesn’t traffic in vicious cycles.
One man, in one progressive lifetime
That fans himself till death
With the breath of the forgotten roles

He steals.
Counting his money, he sings.

Some crazy stuff goes down
But that’s the planet’s fault.
It’s gravity, questions itself.