Seeyam Brjmohun Poet Couplet

A Tolerate Britain

I tolerate my young son
He bought a small pellet gun
His language’s a little obscene
Because he’s just turned thirteen

I tolerate my daughter
No one could ever hate her?
Her boy friend hates all the blacks
She follows in her mum’s tracks

I tolerate all non-whites
I don’t deny them our rights
They lack British ancestry
There not part of this country

We’re a tolerate nation
With reserved race relations
We have the token black friend
Who we know but don’t defend

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