Elias Daryani Josh Campbell Sunk

England This is

Elias Daryani On the same day I get racially abused in Sunday League England lose and the fans target the minority. When Sterling’s banging goals they don’t see the colour of his skin When Saka’s bombing down the wing, the fans say they love him Marcus Rashford’s only a hero if they win, But one small error and the racism begins I say begins, but we know it’s deep rooted They choose to hate whenever it suits them Same country but don’t see them as human If we complain, it’s “why don’t you just leave then?” We ain’t surprised, we saw this shit coming Won’t forget the hate Sterling got before he was scoring, If a black man’s balling, the media slowly remove their hand’s from his throat But they’ll grab at the chance to turn him into a scapegoat When Sterling’s banging goals they don’t see his colour When Saka’s bombing down the wing they don’t see him as other They loved Sancho when he signed this summer But one small error and they call him a Max Tyler

D G EON PRI Z E FOR LIT E R WINNER P I Elias Daryani A T H E T THIS IS ENGLAND U RE 2 0 2 2

Millie Yeo Seb Yip

To some he’s their worst nightmare, Their biggest fear,

To others he is just someone they’ll meet eventually,

They know he’s waiting for them, he’s not scary he’s just there, waiting,

He’s impatient with some and makes them hurry, He lets some take their time, but others he hardly lets them start the climb,

However to some he’s the light at the end of the tunnel They just want to run into his open arms and let him embrace them

They don’t fight back,they don’t struggle they just sink, his warmth gets rid of the pain and they can relax, They sink into him as he slowly eats what’s left of them

They are tempted by him, They don’t fear him, They see him differently, He is someone who is going to stop the pain, The pain and the suffering life has caused, They have searched and searched for another way, Viewed all the different paths, But they can’t look past him, He is their answer, Their solution,

What works for some doesn’t work for others, We feel we have let them, Let them fall into their temptations, They see him with his open arms, And they run,

Some stand by, watching at the side, They watch it like it’s a peaceful ocean tide, They don’t stop it, They watch it, They don’t understand, and even when they do, There isn’t anything they can do,

He’s their light at the end of their tunnel,