by Nora Jay

“No more white saviours, thanks”
—The Observer

I’m dreaming of a White Saviour,
Just like the ones I used to know:
Centre-leftwards-leaning,
And so well-meaning,
However uninformed and slow;

I’m dreaming of a White Saviour,
With kindly tongue and open purse;
Though their streets stayed quite undiverse,
Let’s remember, most of us were worse.