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not a problem mate, not me –
well spare me the lies of the English, please
blood money built my bathstone streets,
ways to paint the scene
when the bronze is pulled into the Avon
and ministers
label resistance as disgraceful
well this irony knows no bounds,
the river’s sediment is quaking
with murder
as talk radio asks if Britain’s racist then
a white journalist hails new ground
clearly not listening well enough
my opposition marked by silence
sorries are a belated whim
it’s a matter of engaging
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