20/06/2020 – Iso Well-Being Compilation
Hey, black fella, do your trick.
Kick that ball like we know you can.
But don’t think for even one second
That what happens on this field of play
Allows you to be one of us
And don’t you dare to raise your voice,
We don’t want no uppity black man here.
Can you hear the rabid hatred burn
Deep in their heart of hearts?
They can’t bear to be told a truth
That others have known for so long.
We weep with sorrow, with grief, with rage
For too many honoured men cut down
By such tiny minds as they
Who cast dispersions based on melanin.
Winmar raised his shirt so proud
And pointed to his skin so brown
And in that one iconic frame
Became a saviour and the devil made.
His act, not so defiant, yet
A statement to those who would tear him down
That no one could see and then ignore
The devil that day wore skin of white.
But the story ends not with one man
And a jumper raised in silent protest
But continues on until this day
With no regard for fellow man.
Goodes by name, and deed as well,
Taunted by a merciless mob
Who saw not a member of the human race
But an ape, a beast, a soulless animal.
That none saw the horror then
Of seeing who had launched such bile
And none heard the calls from his own lips
For compassion for this uneducated child.
Driven from our fair game
By those who hide their face in the crowd
Until another takes their place
And bear the brunt of privileged hate.
Betts, the latest in a line too long,
Has born this vilification for too many years
And seen his pleas for equality
Fall at the feet of unfeeling yobs.
Though maybe now his words can be heard
When so many take a knee
To honour teammates past and present
Who wore the jumper just as they.
Three men of greater character
You could never hope to find
And so easily they could have folded
Into the shame we all must bear.
But to their everlasting credit
They won’t stand silent or play the part
Of a performing monkey in a cage
When, on the field, they are the best of men.
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