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
The Call to War or False Promises
They spoke of honor carved in stone,
Of glory waving from a hill.
They lit the torch, then threw us in,
And called the burning “noble will.”
They draped their lies in marching drums,
And wrote our names on gilded scrolls,
But none could see, beneath the hymns,
The hunger swallowing our souls.
There once was a girl, so proud and so fair,
Whose arrogance I couldn't help but compare,
I longed for her love,
But she looked down above,
And rejected my feelings without a care.
I asked her what I had to do
, To make her see my love was true,
She said I must be rich,
And have a certain niche,
But I knew in my heart that wasn't true.
But then one night, she called me out of the blue,
Saying she loved me, my heart felt brand new,
But soon she was gone,
And my love for her was drawn,
As she disappeared with nothing to do.
I realized then, her love was not real,
Just a game she liked to play, with no deal,
I let her go, and move on,
And found love that was true, that had no dawn.
This is not to you, rather for you
whether you take it for granted
or count it as a favour,
The flavours you brought in
every bit of I savoured,
enchanted and mistaken,
for god's sake never waivered,
and here lied the danger,
when I'm still here as a stranger.
Im sorry for not telling you before but I’m married
Yes, I understand if you don’t want to be with me
I know but I really loved you yes I did you know this
No, I cannot promise to divorce my wife of ten years.
But I do love you its just that my children wouldn't understand
I’ll take care of you and pay for you to have your child
Oh forgive me what I meant to say was our child
No, you can’t abort your child I said I would take care of you
I don’t know when we can be together again
Please don’t call me at home I will call you when I return
You can stay at the apartment for as long as you want
I can’t tell you where I’m going with my family yet
But in a couple of weeks I will call and tell you where to come
Trust me, I do love you and we will be together soon
Goodby, don’t worry about anything I will take care of you
There is now a crying single
women with a child and no
Place to go and hospital bills to pay.
The oath is false ,
The promises are false now.
Now someone who is playing
with heart is a liar.
No valuation of things
Stole the heart of the
Spoken words.
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