Sweltering, sweltering, radiant sun bakes down on the people.
A people worth none.
Whipped wide awake whilst laying the sleepers,
The slaves worked hard to appease their keepers.
Fatcat extraordinaire, Morgan J.P.
Earns much more money than you or me.
He's still alive now, stretched out in neon.
Billion dollar signage means the legacy's still on.
Young black girl, bright colour plastic lanyard.
Intern of course, but a job's on the cards.
Will the scars of before, remain always as sore?
Will we always be divided, by rich and by poor?
Will long deleted letters of online apology... always be empty?
And only given from public outcry seismology?
Maybe if banks keep putting out ads, with friendly music,
And this week's ethnicity fad.
Then maybe they think that it won't be so bad.
And people won't be so mad or so sad and forget that:
Maybe certain people on internships already see.
That historically they've already done enough work for free.
Link to deleted apology: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2005/jan/22/usa.davidteather