Saturday, 1 June 2013


Pervasive racism
is in the slips of tongues,
in that joke
you didn't really mean to say
(well not on radio anyway).
It's in the expectation
that a half hearted 'But I'm not racist' apology
should be accepted
with 'good grace'
because after all
everyone makes mistakes
and though the comments,
you concede, were racial vilification
we can in no way conclude that
an entire race.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Nice work insightful and thoughtful. The most invasive pervasive and insidious is that subtle racism which abounds and is seemingly harmless but underlaid with an intrusive nature of its own. It is this we must take arms against and this poem does in its own way. The manic depressive musings of one lost in paradise.