The coconuts have got the jobs. <br />The race industry is a growth industry. <br />We despairing, they careering. <br />We want more peace they want more police. <br />The Uncle Toms are getting paid. <br />The race industry is a growth industry. <br />We say sisters and brothers don't fear. <br />They will do anything for the Mayor. <br />The coconuts have got the jobs. <br />The race industry is a growth industry. <br />They're looking for victims and poets to rent. <br />They represent me without my consent. <br />The Uncle Toms are getting paid. <br />The race industry is a growth industry. <br />In suits they dither in fear of anarchy. <br />They take our sufferings and earn a salary. <br />Steal our souls and make their documentaries. <br />Inform daily on our community. <br />Without Black suffering they'd have no jobs. <br />Without our dead they'd have no office. <br />Without our tears they'd have no drink. <br />If they stopped sucking we could get justice. <br />The coconuts are getting paid. <br />Men, women and Brixton are being betrayed.<br /><br />Benjamin Zephaniah<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-race-industry/
