So, I wrote a poem about multiculturalism. Tell me what you think
I would be greatful if a native english speaker could help me improve the language and/or tell me about language fails. I may publish it.
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Reflections on the great change
Many among you think Europe by now has become multicultural. How foolish. Maybe it is your racist alter ego that makes you cling to such perverted forms of denialisms. To you, my mother Europe, more change is needed. To the old European, the great multicultural revolution has just cast itself upon you!
The history of the now dying European was one of war, oppression and domination. His reign of hate had to end. While we love, they hate. We liberate and they dominate. We want peace. They want war.
Multiculturalism is the epitome of peace. The multicultural rapture, in which before long is Europe, will bestow her with peace. There will be peace for a thousand years! No more conflict. No more war. No more evil.
The adonis that is the new multicultural man will emerge from the yoke that once was a Europe of monocracy. He is the manifestation of progress from a more primitive being of humans. He shall replace an inbred being of nepotism, corrupted by the construction of his own missmeasured essence. The man of the future will by his rejection of the European essence constitute a higher type, or if you please, a superhuman. Homo multiculturalis will leave the old European man subpar, for he will be more human than him.
Out of multiculturalism, a new class of children will rise. These are children of the rainbow, united by their diverseness from the sick European man. They are brave, new and they shall rule the world. The multicultural children will be embraced. They will be embraced because they will enrich the old Europeans.
Among them, there will be those whom will resist. They hate our children. Though let us not pretend this was not expected from a hatebreed. All lousy beings hold their privileges dear to their hearts. The wretched European is no exception. But his time is limited. The clock of the extremist partisan is ticking away. And the longer he hides his hegemonic flame, the more certain is his debellatio.
Unlike them, we are kind. Was it not us whom put the decision in his hands? The great change will be one of blood and iron, or one of peace and harmony. He shall decide. The multicultural transformation is nonviolent as long as the barbarous Europan chooses not to make it otherwise. Let him prove that not only his entire being was arbitrary, but also his hatred of othering. May that be the last of his deeds before he is enriched out of history.
I cannot wait for Europe to finally become multicultural.
Der Phönix - Fredrik E