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
©tamingtheoctopus 2021