I want your suit

a poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

All those sullen young men from miserable estates,
yes those who hang out on corners
when not stealing cars,
or sit in a pub, waiting for their dole money,
those who think it’s macho not to read and write
other than slogans
and whose girl friends, when they find one,
are always better educated than them.

Let us harness their resentment
and call it righteous anger,
blame the immigrants
especially those with brown skin-
they are so much easier to identify-
for their plight, give them hate to live for
and tear down the democratic state.
But we have to do it
know before they are thirty
and sink into apathy
watching T.V. night and day.