Iron walls Iron walls everywhere human walls

Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla

“Iron walls

Iron walls

Everywhere iron walls.

 

Iron walls

Iron walls

Everywhere hatred walls.

 

Iron walls

Iron walls

Everywhere, totalitarian walls

 

Iron walls

Iron walls

Everywhere human walls

 

Our trajectories have cost

Our freedom has cost

Our liberty has cost

Our love has cost

Our change has cost

Our fraternity has cost

Change your direction towards me

Change your wind towards me

Change your ideology towards me

Change your expressions towards me

Change your words towards me

Change naming my identity

Change your totalitarianism

Change is human nature

Change is human being

Change to love me

Change to accept me

Change to hug me

Change to smile me

Change to accompany me

Even though

Even though

My behavior in my origin

My behavior in my host

Is a full of crimes against humanity

Change my blackness into whiteness

Change my brownness into whiteness

Let our change blossom our humanity”

  • Author: Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 2nd, 2023 02:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: I have lived under Indian, African, Czech, Brazilian, and Islamic totalitarian ideologies where iron walls were built by human society. I have seen tens of millions of these totalitarian ideologies in Belgium and Germany cheering, occupying, and urinating in the streets of Belgium. I am truly shocked by the Belgian community and its love towards these totalitarian ideologies, even though these totalitarian ideologies are crimes against humanity. Salute to you, Belgium and Germany, for your love for these totalitarian ideologies. This is my personal experience with Belgium and its streets in our times. Belgium's men, women, and children are the greatest human beings on earth for their indescribable love, kindness, acceptability, inclusion, and progressive behavior towards black and brown people. I have seen streets of Belgium in front of the Brussels main train station, which is another mini-Islamic and African region within Belgium. Night times are scary, violence, stealing, crime and unsafe. I have seen main and suburban train stations in Belgium where gangs of the migration community are sexually exploiting and molesting their own black and brown communities. I have seen many Muslim women beggars with rich appearances, full of gold and jewelry, in the train stations of Belgium. I have attested misbehavior of immigration community towards their own community women. I have seen hundreds of gangs on the streets of Belgium. But still, the citizens of Belgium bear the violence and crimes of the immigrant community. This shows the greatest loving heart of the white Belgian community. May God bless Belgium and its citizens for loving and bearing with the black and brown community? I have seen many members of the white Belgian community who are so social, cheerful, helpful, and the happiest human beings with their true spirit of inclusiveness of black and brown communities. Belgium is one of the greatest examples of humanity on earth. Thank you, good children, women, and men of Belgium, for your greatest humanity towards black and brown people. If the Czech Republic is the most dangerous country for blacks, then Belgium is the friendliest country for blacks and browns. I have visited Belgium with my wife, Princess Selamawit Hailu Bezabih, and four-year-old son, Prince Saviour Suryaraju Mattimalla, in the months of March and April 2023 and seen the greatest love of Belgian people towards black and brown communities. Thank you, Belgium. Dedicated to the people of Belgium. Dr.Suryaraju Mattimalla. Author of the globally acclaimed "Compatibility of the Death Penalty with the Purpose of Criminal Punishment in Ethiopia". Why I Am Not Indian: The Untouchable Rejecting India's Citizenship.
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    Behold, I shew you a mystery; We shall not all sleep, but we shall all be changed, in a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we shall be changed.



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