Herbert Nehrlich - Out of Africa

'Twas my first trip to New York, <br />I live in Serengeti. <br />I marvelled at the kosher pork <br />and Godfather Spaghetti. <br /> <br />I climbed the tallest building then <br />and looked down, getting dizzy. <br />The rushing women and the men, <br />they all seemed to be busy. <br /> <br />The Brooklyn Bridge, the city slums, <br />the 9-11 towers, <br />size fiftysomething Clydesdale bums <br />and Eastside Whiskey Sours. <br /> <br />It was a treat to see all that <br />and memories to keep. <br />I bought a Juliani Hat, <br />a toy car made by Jeep. <br /> <br />The day I left, I tripped a bit, <br />bumped into someone bigger. <br />He huffed at me and said <br />'You Shit! You motherf***ing nigger! ' <br /> <br />So I went home to Africa <br />and when the plane touched down, <br />my friends were waiting, <br />all looked brown. <br />It was the shade of Sanzibar. <br /> <br />And they were very curious, <br />'how was your trip? ', they shouted so. <br />Inwardly I was still quite furious. <br />Instead I smiled and told my mates <br />if they had plans to go, <br />New York was not what one would call <br />the jewel of the states.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/out-of-africa/