The slave Traders now write poetry
to the nobility
that ram their chains up their *******
and told them
what to do with their evolved plantations
tis the age of woke
dear chums
slave traders are rigid with quotas and diversity
irrelevant et frustrated
what to do but hide and take up sonnets and poetry
tormented by the spectre
the horrifying  incredulous  and agonising nightmare
of the black nobility
resplendent in shining wit grace and splendour in their midst
oh! hear the pillocks squirm and cry
'quick hide and write a poem for this is psyche warfare to boot haha!'