The Windrush Generation
Opportunities arise,
A better life -
A chance at being treated like a human being
A fresh start
Advertisements displayed -
A new life awaits
Joy, excitement?
Behind the scenes - false promises,
Broken agreements,
Signed without sight -
Just sinister smiles,
And deceitful handshake
Lies of change becomes a campaign poster
A guise to prey on innocent black families
A dirty dance with the devils themselves -
The British government,
Filled with the corrupt who deceive minorities
The windrush generation -
Given the most dangerous jobs,
With no guarantee of protection
Rights a foreign concept
Re-building a country with the promise of acceptance
A temporary job, with the hope of permanent employment
No citizenship or wages -
Just broken hope and disappointment
Treated as disposable,
Left with no options
Used and abused, injected with embarrassment
Then publicly shamed - calling us ‘dangerous’ and ‘illegal’
A country we built, but are treated like intruders
They excused our mistreatment for the reason -
That we are just slaves not people
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