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Poetry insurrection: words rise up against oppression

Mathematics || Spoken Word by @holliepoetry
Hollie McNish

Mathematics || Spoken Word by @holliepoetry

A poem on immigration based on personal experience and studies. The poem owes a lot to a book by economist Philippe Legrain called Immigrants: Your Country Needs Them. Mathematics He says "those god damn pakistanis and their goddamn corner shops Built a shop on every corner took our British workers jobs He says those godamn Chinese and their goddamn china shops I tell him theyre from Vietnam but he doesn't give a toss I ask him what was there before that damn Japan mans shop He stares at me and dreams a scene of British workers jobs Of full time full employment before the godamn boats all came Where everybody went to work full time every day A British Business stood their first he claims before the Irish came Now British people lost their jobs and bloody turkish are there to blame I ask him how he knows that fact he says because it's true I ask him how he knows the fact he says he read it in the news Everytime a Somalian comes here they take a job from us The mathematics one for one, from us to them it just adds up He bites his cake and sips is brew and says again he knows the spot The godamn Carribeans came and now good folk here don't have jobs I ask him what was there before the goddamn Persian curtain shop I show him architectures plans of empty godamn plots of land I show him the historic maps A bit of sand, a barren land There was no goddamn shop before those pakistanis came and planned Man I'm sick of crappy mathematics Cos I love a bit of sums I spent three years into economics And I geek out over calculus And when I meet these paper claims That one of every new that came Takes away ones daily wage I desperately want to scream "Your maths is stuck in primary" Cos one who comes here also spends And one who comes here also lends And some who comes here also tend To set up work which employs them And all your balance sheets and trends Work with numbers not with men And all your goddamn heated talk Ignores the trade the Polish brought Ignores the men they gave work to Not plumbing jobs but further too Ignores the ones they buy stock from Accountants, builders, on and on And I know it's nice to have someone To blame our lack of jobs upon But immigrations not as plain Despite the sums inside your brain As one for one, as him or you As if he goes, they'll employ you Cos sometimes one that comes makes two And sometimes one can add three more And sometimes two times two is much much more Than four And most times immigrants bring more Than minuses.
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