The Race Industry

The coconuts have got the jobs.
The race industry is a growth industry.
We despairing, they careering.
We want more peace they want more police.
The Uncle Toms are getting paid.
The race industry is a growth industry.
We say sisters and brothers don't fear.
They will do anything for the Mayor.
The coconuts have got the jobs.
The race industry is a growth industry.
They're looking for victims and poets to rent.
They represent me without my consent.
The Uncle Toms are getting paid.
The race industry is a growth industry.
In suits they dither in fear of anarchy.
They take our sufferings and earn a salary.
Steal our souls and make their documentaries.
Inform daily on our community.
Without Black suffering they'd have no jobs.
Without our dead they'd have no office.
Without our tears they'd have no drink.
If they stopped sucking we could get justice.
The coconuts are getting paid.
Men, women and Brixton are being betrayed.

by Benjamin Zephaniah

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This has been my choice for the only poem I have set to music from Dylan Thomas. I have utterly always adored him.
With a poem like this, one can easily see why Robert Zimmerman chose the stage name Bob Dylan! ! !
Awesome poem conceived beautifully and versified in equally beautiful manner. Thanks for sharing here.
Awesome I like this poem, check mine oit
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