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We belong to the third world.

Disunited, disintegrated, disinherited;

engaged in making the first world

richer, stronger, with our brain and brawn.

When we fight against them

we are all over the place. Anger, hatred,

abuses misdirect us and we remain their

slaves forever and ever.

Dickens, Hitler, Eliot, Churchill

they are all guilty of genocide,

either in words, or, in actions.

Now does this mean that we break

their statues, or instead, build our

own image, by organizing ourselves

to salvage the character, and dignity

we lost for centuries? 

It is futile to look for a person belonging

to the first world, renowned or otherwise,

who isn’t a racist; anyone who needs to be

accepted in the first world, has to play this

inevitable card, VS Naipaul is immensely

popular in the first world because of his

ability to speak in the same language!

ECRI might try as much as it can; nothing

will change unless the people of the

third world change.

The poem urges you to read the lines of Maya

Angelou, Amiri Baraka, Ralph Ellison, Langston

Hughes, and many others, including the more

recent Adam Roy Goodes, all of whom have

said, that anger and hatred, killing and violence

will make us what we don’t want to become.

We abandoned our paradise for the sake

of a foreign garden. Whatever be our history,

we have deserved every bit of it. Let us

rewrite it with determination and love,

not with conceit, revenge, and blame.

Dickens and Eliot will continue to win the

hearts of readers from all over the world,

like this poem, might just be dear to those

reading from the 'right' side of the table.

We have a humongous task before us if we

want to change our fate, our history. For

this, we need to go back to our own

lands. True, we were brought in the first

world, earlier as slaves, later we deserted

our lands for want of a better life.

Instead of digging the paths of the cruel past,

which is full of snatching, cheating, gang

killing, robbing, it is time we change our destiny,

the poem urges the real brains of the third world

to make our continents teeming with equal

comforts, amenities, luxuries, and opulence.

Indolence and ignorance will not help; innocence,

belief, hard work surely will.

The poem imagines a small advertisement

from the beautiful countries of the third world

that would find a place in their dailies, fifty years

from now:

‘Inviting immigrants in all the affluent countries

Of Africa and Asia. It is now exclusively open for

Americans, and Europeans. Australians, and

New Zealanders, watch this space for further

Advertisements. Everyone will be treated equally,

With dignity. We accept that we need your

Services and expertise to enrich our soil, we also

Do know that you want a better life! So let us make

It a win-win situation. We assure you that you

Will be treated equally, not merely as whites.’