Si vous trouvez un jour un DM d'Anglais + immoral que ça vous me le dites !
Il s'agit d'écrire un poème ... qui traite les Noirs !
Autant dire que j'ai eu du mal à le pondre ! (enfin c'était simple il suffisait de mettre exactement le contraire de ce que je pensais)
Nan mais je vous jure les profs ici ! Je vous laisse ici découvrir mon "oeuvre" (qui manquera pas d'aller dire bonjour à ma poubelle ausstôt que j'aurai eu ma note!)
Has he ever been hungry?
No! He's given food everyday,
Has he ever had to suffer the cold?
No! he has my own roof over his head,
Has he ever spent
Just one night in the streets?
No ! he sleeps every night
In comfortable blankets,
Has he ever suffered violence ?
No ! I always treat him
Better than he deserves,
And how does he thank me ?
He just keeps complaining
And quoting the Human Rights !
In return, I just expect him to serve me,
Like a pupuil would serve his teacher,
Like a son would serve his father,
Like a valet would serve his king,
Like a believer would serve our God,
Because he owes me Life,
We, who are superior,
We, who came in time to save their soul,
We, who brought them the Blessed Religion
We, who gave them a little chance
To differ from wild animals !
So, why don't they venerate us ?
They just keep complaining
And quoting the Human Rights !
So, while this is what he wants,
I won't be this much patient anymore,
I"ll treat him as I should've always done,
If he doesn't show me
The respect he owes me,
I'll just throw him in the streets,
So he'll know what misery means,
And show him he can be easily replaced,
Because the ones of his race
Are all the same ones,
They can't see we are the best thing
That never happened to them,
But they keep complaining
And quoting the Human Rights !