The Boy Who Wouldn’t Stop Being Observant
July 23, 2020

Windrush

Hundreds of happy hopefuls, arrived in song,
Returning to the mother country, where they belonged.
Expecting the English welcome, would be strong.

Invited to integrate, into this white man’s land;
Proud of The Commonwealth, together they’d stand.
Believing a bright future, to be close at hand.

These immigrants, understood white culture,
Looked forward to their rosey future.
But with arrogance and fear at the docks, were greeted.
And for years systemically shamefully treated.

The whites, ignorant of the invaders ways,
See them as a threat, not a saviour of the NHS.
White people should fear, black people less.