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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Such an expressive poem.
Without the2 poor! ! There is no rich person! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Without the poor! ! There is no rich person! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
'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.' is very touching. A nice poem.
The Uncle Toms are getting paid. The race industry is a growth industry Painful to tolerate the evolution of such a flesh trading race, making money, power and politics out of anything and everything. An eye-opener. Excellent effort. 10++++ for it.
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