Proud! Septmeber 02/08

Aryan proud is his step.

Sharp is his look.

Educated is his mind.

Noble is he, for no one will dare doubt that.

Aryan lives in a skyscraper of a home.

Has many beautiful things.

Travels around the world.

I am you servant noble man.

I am not well educated.

I do not have the sharpest of looks.

Noble never will I be.

My house is quaint.

My thing are simple.

Aryan

Arrogant, yet you do not see we are one.

I have been your servant since we were conceived, predestined to meet

We are same age, I came with my parent to your home when we were young boys.

Proud Aryan don't you see.

I've seen you grow up, I've seen your parent ignore you, not love you, not care for you.

Yet you do not know me.

my parents were to busy to love me and care for me.

We are the same.

Because I feel your pain

Aryan, I know your secret you know mine.

We are the same.

Not by nobility

True!

Our pain is universal, do not fool yourself.

Aryan be no more

Be proud of who you are, but if you know by nobility you are better than your peer, do not look down on him. Because pain, fear, love, hate, is universal, and we are all bound by it.

Aryan- usually used to describe a certain race but after WWII when Germans used it during the war to name a superior race it took a negative connotation, sorta meaning Arrogant, superior in this poem, and not so much as a race