You are an empire man
In the age of multiculturalism
Born to fight for king and country
But neither of those exists anymore
And your important life
Somehow no longer that
You fumble and disregard definitions of modern manhood
Yours is a rugby field and a longing for the days
When being a man meant
Self-evident satisfaction
Joyriding through the bush
And sleeping with the coloured daughters of
the black women who raised you.
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