My Grandfather The Civilized Old Man

My grandfather the civilized old man thou didn't know how to pretend,by day you still didn't know how to pretend to be a good man before they hath brought their religion and thought you the art of forgery,then thou began to think you could do the both and at the mercy of the night how thine lips praised G (g)od's wonderful creation o my grandfather how thou did not pretend when you descended from thine mothers legs and thou were naked for all those who didn't love you to see thou so bare without all that made them hate you that was what thou have been told by those who were older than the old before you now thou must cover thine manhood with cotton wool and make adultery less brandishing,hide thine charms that hang on thoust waist from thine neighbours searching eyes how much more deception must thou learn from their righteous evil. The day thou were born was the day thou beame a man, you did not linger to lick the dust and grow to ask thine mother how you were conceived thou have jumped all that and became a man, dead men have really grown brave to visit the living how did they learn how to talk or maybe they don't, maybe we're the ones that have learned how to listen do not ask me if you were a man or woman,for the day you were born thine father was happy and thine mother in the stubborn pain of thine labour begat a grin forced by thy father's joy. There was no mirror so thou didn't know you were two now that you've seen one you're worried you're too ugly for the women in your town you've always said that was not how you have dream yourself true thou to ask how the cotton bind into an endless clothe that machine is evil! I think i like that machine you said maybe we can work together in divinity o how thou looked at the white man and thought he's not dirty they are as white as snow you proclaimed,though thou've never seen snow but your neighbour is white and he's very dirty because you are black does that mean you're dirty too i think you've had too many kwete beer i can see the evidence soaked on your white beard,the white beard tell more than thine long age tomorow your son will come with a bride for your disapproval, you are the one to choose for him,you are older and you know better but you are not the one to live with the woman and yet you know because he is your son and he's like you thou have again apologies to thine son for he is ugly too why have you waited so long to see a mirror when he was right in front of you only to gaze into the shadow of your very own reflection and see what you've been hiding since dusk fell behind you...