Whites - Momus

The whites played by black actors are getting out of bed

Stretching into yoga poses, eating their white bread

Drinking their white coffee, wearing their white masks

Reading their white newspaper, The White Telegraph

The most flagrant injustices cannot dismay the whites

They shrug at the decay of our outdated human rights

The whites played by black actors take their white children to school

Driving through safe neighbourhoods in armoured vehicles

The whites are wearing whiteface, even though they’re white

The whites play their white music at all hours of the night

And blacked up neighbours played by whites hammer on the wall

Shouting «Whitey, keep it down!»

to no response at all

And the whites carry umbrellas blackened by the rain

The whites have special areas set aside on trains

The whites believe in platforms, their politicians itch

To whiten up the borders and fatten up the rich

You make me want to be a terrorist, your whiteness makes me sick

With your milk-white skin, your milk-white prick

Your milquetoast mannerisms, your milquetoast art

I want to take your whiteness now and rip it apart

But the whites played by black actors are spiralling the drain

Dying out is such a bore yet living is a pain

By 2099, when the whites have all but gone

The whites played by black actors will be there to carry on