Gone is the world of We—
I is all you ever hear.
Here, the superego lost to the id,
Me, myself, and I—
And let others die.
I am the Whiteman, the Thinkingman, the Fineman—
I am the chosen, and the choice is mine
I am Nietzsche, Machiavelli, and Bentham—
I am in control of history and time
We didn’t kill God—I did
So bow before me if shining you need
Or embrace victimhood long you want
Values, law, and media are mine
But Oppenheimer is my grand design
Who are you, philistines?
What, Palestine
Alas, give up—you are dying man
Of course I have blood upon my hands
So you did in your darker times
But don’t forget the magic of the pen—
A hero, appreciated by future men
Yassine Ouhmoudn (born 2000) Morocco
I is all you ever hear.
Here, the superego lost to the id,
Me, myself, and I—
And let others die.
I am the Whiteman, the Thinkingman, the Fineman—
I am the chosen, and the choice is mine
I am Nietzsche, Machiavelli, and Bentham—
I am in control of history and time
We didn’t kill God—I did
So bow before me if shining you need
Or embrace victimhood long you want
Values, law, and media are mine
But Oppenheimer is my grand design
Who are you, philistines?
What, Palestine
Alas, give up—you are dying man
Of course I have blood upon my hands
So you did in your darker times
But don’t forget the magic of the pen—
A hero, appreciated by future men
Yassine Ouhmoudn (born 2000) Morocco
Source: Writer's Space Africa
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