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Tiger
Woods Sinners Shaming Sinners
By
Dr. Rose Ure
Mezu
It is so funny, when you think of it:
Sinners hell-bent on shaming sinners
So furious are we all, so judgmental
This sinner must account to us all,
We who are the face of God
How dare he take our moneys?
We who pay for the skills he owns
For we have made him a Billionaire
a Black Billionaire with a capital B
We the tax payers must man the confessional
And get it ready for his public confession
For are we not kind, nay, forgiving to the
repentant?
This sinner must come out of hiding and do a
mea culpa
Those dames are all ready with their
disclosures
Of illicit fun and games and indecent
exposures
All which they had at the expense of the
wife and kids
Early feminists never had these in mind as
they struggled
But no shame for those dames, only for the
sinning man
We who made him are willing to listen to his
sins
To this sinner, we the god-public gave
talents, money and fame
We who bear the unforgiving face of the
judging god
We can overlook public fraud, and lies and
murders
But his infidelity, no, that is the greatest
sin of all!
But for our own sins, do not worry
We who judge, we are little and he is so big
We are too poor and he is so rich
We are insignificant and he is so famous
One would think no White ever had mistresses
before
So, down we must pull him to our level,
So he also can become little, and poor
And shaming him strip him of his skills
We who take the place of God
We must sneer and laugh at him so
And see if he can lose all that dough he
hoards
He must be painted blacker than a murdering
Cain
For we as a nation must have no heroes
Certainly, not this Black as hero
Only then can we be satisfied, not having
heroes
Only then, when we cast the first stone
We who stand in front, pleading
righteousness
In defiance of the dictum from the Son of
God
We must have the last word,
We who act in place of
God
Saturday, December 19, 2009
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