2.11.10

my flatmate is a poet

It was easy for you in Poland

It was easy for you in Poland
To be anti-racist
There were no blacks or Jews
Chinese or Arabs
Persians or Hindus.
But here you have no friends who are
Pakis, Brownskins or Niggers.

It was easy for you in Poland
Where you never met them in the workplace
The shop, the street
Where they didn't “spoil your view"
But here they do.
Being a "necessary evil"
Sellers of the cheapest vegetables.

It was easy for you in Poland
to shout "no to racism"
Coloured like a parrot in demonstrations by punks
When the only sign of racism
in a city of one hundred of thousands
Was a single swastika on a station wall
Drawn by a drunk football fan.
While here the exotic language hurts your ears.

It was easy for you in Poland
To be a real progressive
In the "stronghold of Babylon"
When progress meant nothing more
Than smoking a joint
And collecting Bob Marley cassettes
But here you are a chieftain of reaction
You don't give a shit about political correctness
You don't say a friend "kissed a bloke"
She "kissed a black"

It was easy for you in Poland
To impress groupie punk girls
With your knowledge of Pyjama Porno1
And your heavenly singing.
But here you are "an arsehole in dreadlocks"2

Edinburgh 20/5/2006
/Grzegorz J. Rybak/

1 comment:

  1. Anonymous3.11.10

    Beāte! Te Latvija. Pareizāk sakot - pārstāve no turienes. Kā ar tevi sazināties? Vai trīnes pastu lasi? :) Agnese (no senā viena gada pagātnē notikušā EBD atgriešanās semināra :)

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