Coloured
¶ 1
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I see red words
On a screen so white
Sagely put, for one so young
Yet she’s fit to scream
From so much dung and shite
¶ 2
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United, by a love of green
She pitches the ideal
Of ditching the obscene
¶ 3
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I support a team in blue
Darker than the sky
As blue as a royal curse
But one could not repeat
Their terrace chants in verse
¶ 4
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My hair is grey
But I’m ok, with my morals
I obey, avoiding quarrels
¶ 5
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My boots are black
Though no longer muddied
Hung up now, my muscles lack
The energy to physically pursue my passion
Instead I watch and listen, but my sensibilities are bloodied
¶ 6
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How do we reach
Beyond the converted
We beseech, but the bullies asserted
¶ 7
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If the pen, is truly mightier than the sword
Then scribbles
About dribbles, passes, shots and tackles
Have to encompass the wherewithal
To help us break free from racist shackles
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