The Great White Men’s Handkerchief

It was a perfectly stitched piece of cloth, 
'twas milky white, it was magnanimous and it was patriarchal, 
‘Twas The Great White Men’s Handkerchief. 

'Twas a reanimation of nature’s gifts, 
‘twas soft and ‘twas dear, 
It had a special power to ward the filth off itself, 
‘twas a social stature, 
‘twas a veneration of riches, 
‘twas The Great White Men’s Handkerchief. 

‘Twas a binding for the violated limbs, 
‘twas a throttler for an infidel lover’s asphyxia, 
‘twas a canvas for the beloved’s loving lip signature, 
‘twas The Great White Men’s Handkerchief. 

‘Twas the remnant of a universal fabric, 
‘twas the map of sophistication, 
‘twas the flag of cession, 
‘twas a shroud for the stagnant, 
‘Twas The Great White Men’s Handkerchief. 

‘Twas a clothe for the regal dinning etiquette, 
‘twas a duster for the blood dripping from the side of the lips after a cannibalistic treat, 
‘twas a bandage for a ripped visceral, 
‘twas a bond of an infrangible partnership, 
‘Twas The Great White Men’s Handkerchief.