Cricket Whites

I wrote this poem about ten years ago, after watching a programme called Empire of Cricket.  I was reminded of it recently when I read about the racism at Yorkshire Cricket Club.


Let’s invent a game, said the men

To play in the Indian sun

Have a bat and a bowl and maybe a stroll

But no one should have to run

We’ll get them to bring us a meal or two

Stop and rest if it ever rains

And let’s wear something light

Must preserve our whites right

Wives and natives will deal with the stains


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