Something with the rotten breath of ignorance stains our city,
It was out there on a bright afternoon spitting and snarling,
The beast stepped out into the glittering sunlight without fear,
It crawled out from the coffin of a car towards Carrs Lane Church.
This beast was a cheap and violent punk of Pakistani descent,
What he did brought shame to the proud land of his ancestors,
He came with fire blazing from eyes red with the **** of waste,
His chin peppered with a designer beard which bristled and itched.
The car door lay open behind him as he ****** the air and snorted,
He stepped towards the youth handing out ‘The Stylist’ magazine,
The only sound was the blade of words which sliced the atmosphere,
He pointed, jabbed, spat, postured, and hissed at the delivery boy.
No one offered any help,
All looked away,
In a place packed with people
No one said a thing…
Until…
A schoolboy, from the lilting land of sun and calypso stepped out,
He confronted the **** who threatened the delivery boy,
The school kid stood calm and showed not an ounce of fear,
The volcanic heat and rising anger of the bully suddenly deflated.
Another door opened and another stinking blind beast stepped out,
He slithered out to aid his cowardly and quaking friend,
And that was when another schoolboy stepped in to offer help,
This lad was descended from the fair fields of faraway Pakistan.
The black boy, the brown boy, they stood together, warriors both,
They stood their ground and protected the white delivery boy,
This was brotherhood without colours, this was unity without borders,
The bullies limped back into their car, clamped the doors, and sped off.
Our kids,
They know unity,
It is we who build divisions,
We are to blame for the rising tide of suspicion.