Carbon Pig! Poem by Azitej Anand

I was there as a carbon pig,
  to be in a lot with other black twig;
I am black,
 so, the language of ours is to be added by white slack;

They were having a game,
 alcohol in hands, 'White race', being there name:
I am a scapegoat of, one of the white men;
  rest five on another, total count to be ten;
 
One of us being burned out by Flashy one,
 Now, I am here to be burnt by white men's son;
They muses the game,
 I am a part of white's meta-game:

Weeping, as being a part of a black chain,
  Alas! The white boss of mine lost the game in vain;
 The deal is to burn, we Negro,
   White callar shrieked, chase that Carbon pig as a hero;

I run that speed, that produces spark,
  My lord save me, as the White one is on embark;
I tried as being trained by Mamma,
 but caught, and to face the trauma;

My pants, deepened and got wet,
  petrol matches with my sweat;
The sound effaced, as skin melts in organic sent,
  See how, here the the black son of God, is burnt;

Now, I see the progeny is in liberal air,
   Bold voice of we carbon pigs, now on care;
Race of Racial game is on end,
  Carbon pig now humans, nothing to be pretend;