Poem by Jayne Downing
The muggers that cleaned the account
Right out, with the stealth of a silent
Belly-on-the-ground black cat
Ready and waiting to strike
So when the people all ask
'Were they black? ' the great 'white' hunter is back
The 'Empire' is still being a twat
And learned NOTHING in all of its life.
How pure is white?
It gets dirty way too quick.
Please tell me why it is
That I don't ever understand
How a shade can represent a behaviour?
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