Always “I” and never “We”

The under-belly

Or the under-class

The forgotten blacks

Of the working class

African Americans

The downtrodden ones

Who died in thousands

In the land of the free

As hurricane Katrina

Destroyed Mississippi

Their screams for help

Fell on deaf ears

As the waters of death

Washed out their tears

But if you were white

Regardless of class

You’re overriding thought

Was to save your arse

Helping others

Is alien to you

It’s always “I” and never “We”

The shameful things

They didn’t do

As death and carnage

Daily grew

Just shut your eyes

This horror will pass

But the memory of this

Will last and last

Then African Americans

Start kicking

WHITE ARSE

Peter Wicks the English Poet