I am a God

I am a god

I tower over these

Insignificant scuttling specks wriggling in the slime.

I am a god

I can crush them to nothing

Under My boots, should I choose to –

Them and their infinitesimal

Little lives, that fail to know Me,

To acknowledge My genius, My greatness

That have no right to existence

But by My will.

I see them, crawling –

Jews, Russkies, Chinks, Injuns, gooks, spics, ragheads, niggers

Bhindis, wogs, commies, scum of all description

People without existence, caricatures of men,

Deserving nothing, forming only –

A smudge on the blank purity of My universe.

I am a God

And they shall know it

They shall be made to know Me, and then

They shall feel

My wrath.

Copyright B Purkayastha 2006