(You will see where I got the inspiration for this.  More than the inspiration, really.  I have just taken his piece and wrapped the song around it.  See first comment)

 

Baby, look at me

And tell me what you see

You try to be woke and polite

But BAME just means that I’m not white.

You don’t know what you say or do

With just two boxes – me and you;

How, morally, can this be right,

Defining me as just “non-white”?

 

BAME!

A comfort to liberal conscience

A catch-all for people non-white;

BAME!

We seem to be travelling backwards

To the time of de Klerk’s apartheid.

 

So, baby, look at you;

Is our difference so taboo

That you need to be absurd

Fabricating pretty words?

So you must think it’s no big deal,

But how do you think we all feel

To lump together all of these,

The black, the brown, Turk and Chinese?

This might come as some surprise

Perhaps you twonks don’t realise

We’re not remotely all the same

So why, then, brand us all as BAME?

 

BAME!

A comfort to liberal conscience

A catch-all for people non-white;

BAME!

We seem to be travelling backwards

To the days of de Klerk’s apartheid.

 BAME!