Mixed Bag 3

Refugees and football.

I wish I was like you.
I came here to live in peace.
I don’t cause trouble.
It’s you calling me names.
If you went to live in our country
We would happily
Welcome you.

Racism Poem.

Racism is Bad, very, very Bad.
People may call you names and make you feel
Sad
Black people get picked on because
Of their colour.
People are cruel and they think they are cool.
When you go to football matches,
Don’t take the mick out of people.
So I hope you understand that
Racism is bad.

Every time a Black person doesn’t
Score a goal, some people would have
A go and start swearing.
Sometimes footballers go mad because what
People say, so I hope you will
Stop it one day.
If you’re Black and you feel you get picked
On you will know how it feels.

What’s the Point?

What’s the point,
It’s just our skin.
It’s just our colour,
So put your racism in the bin.

It’s not very funny,
It’s not their fault,
It’s not very nice,
In fact it’s an insult!

We are all the same,
We just don’t notice it,
It’s not fair,
So cut it out bit by bit.

We are Human.

We are Human and the same as anyone,
We eat and drink, move, and live,
So why are we the ones who get the abuse,
From the people who think they’re different,
Food, drinks, everything gets thrown at us,
Even some metal and Brick,
It should be banned through-out the land,
So why do people do it?
Please understand.

© Year 8