Makamba Mierde – A Never ending Caribbean Poem

makamba mierde

These islands will never be yours.
not for sale
Stoi hode stoi hode stoi hode
cleanse your white colonial karma
human rights angelic facade fallacies,
oh the savagery.
Its you who created Black poverty.
dirty dutch, nasty netherlands.
Your hands are bloody, dripping.
The preacher and businessmen
tulips with thorns. devil with invisible horns.
no mercy within their skeletons
oceans of atrocities, catastrophes flooding dungeons
the hatred of the hague anchored in their vains
the guilder is greedy
Mosa Annika screaming:
they like you because you like them
they LIKE you because you ARE LIKE them.
Stop it nowwwwww.
Murdering the souls of people
zumbification of a nation looking for
white institutional plunder validity

makamaba mierde
makamba mierde
makamba mierde

putrid privilege, the all-knowing savior
group immunity devils
colorblind racist kakada
clog stomping connivers
white victimhood spinners
burial of black freedom is big business
the parliament the government
honoring traditions of golden

makamaba mierde
makamba mierde
makamba mierde

parasitical black genocidal policies
White resorts
white real estate pirates
white landgrabs
dutch white gentrification
white journalists eating truffle sandwiches in gentrified hoods
feeding lies to the collective dutch pillage tribes

makamaba mierde
makamba mierde
makamba mierde

they keep on killing.
our ownership
communal wealth culture
spiritualities
our love for self.

Undutchable we are no matter the
helter skelter hypocrisy
Take off them cemetery rags get out of
those caskets of colonial catastrophe.
Exodus from the middle passage barbarity
The mayhem of dutch modernity.

makamaba mierde
makamba mierde
makamba mierde

Until that glorious day when
Impunity of white sorcery is a thing of the wicked past
The dutch polder model of coloniality consensus
to dehumanize Caribbean reparations
Caribbean sovereignty mongers
we burn your altars of dutch white academic deities
your epistemicide universities
these social infernos need to keep on flaming
to maintain your dutch capitalism fable alive

makamaba mierde
makamba mierde
makamba mierde

despicable dutch colonizer royal worship cult
for centuries long they be digging graves
in our hearts
white guilt trips,
behind the food packs philanthropy face
hides the rites of ancient fuckery

you are eternally indebted to us
shit on your tax payer money, austerity agenda and
0% interest loans and debt relief thievery
war ships will sink, war planes bound to crash

makamaba mierde
makamba mierde
makamba mierde

3 thoughts on “Makamba Mierde – A Never ending Caribbean Poem

  1. Philip Rademaker says:

    E DIA LO YEGA

    Nan a bini
    pa seka nos posnan,
    pone nos traha
    pa kap nos mondi
    i paga nos
    ku nos mes sodó.

    Nan a yega,
    pasa man kita nos barí,
    nan kuchú hulandes
    kla pa pasa den e kueru.
    Nan a dèmpel e kachu
    ku ta yama nan fin.
    Nan ke tapa nos bos,
    paga nos welek.

    Ruman k’a bai laga,
    k’a bende ku nan,
    papia nan lenga
    bo splika nan pa mi
    ku si nan tende kueru ronka,
    ta nos kurason ta bati.
    K’e welek k’a spièrta nan
    ta chisp’i rabia dominá.
    K’e wer di awa ku ta pinta
    ta nos lágrima wantá,
    anto e kachu ta ta yam’ei,
    ta pa regla kuenta e ta.

    “Bos di buriku” , aña 2000.

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