The h2g2 Poem
Created | Updated Feb 4, 2009
The White Man's Grave
The day was set, the die was cast,
The white man's rule would never last,
As one by one the bastions fell
Twas only time, and time would tell.
In white man's sport the rot began,
They tried their best, did what they can,
But one by one the champions fell,
To the clang of the black man's victory bell.
In Tennis – Ashe – then the Williams delights,
Tiger Woods took golf to stunning new heights,
No black man drove in Formula One,
Til Hamilton showed how it should be done.
When Obama was born it was still not all right,
For a black man ever to marry a white.
Now he stands erect on the White House lawn,
And the white man's days are looking forlorn.
Poetry by PedanticBarSteward Archive
