Edward Colston is cooling his toes.
The source of his wealth something everyone knows.
They told us, 'But look, he gave so much away!'
On his plinth he stood proud, looking down to survey
the people of Bristol, black, grey and white,
deaf to our protests,
forgetting the plight of thousands of people,
bound, shipped, out of sight.
But the people of Bristol, black, white and grey,
gathered together with something to say
and they roped up the roper and rolled him away.
Hauled to the harbour where his money was made.
No statue here for despicable trade!
At the waterside they tipped him in
and I'm telling you now that bronze statues can't swim!
The stain on this city is washing away.
Perhaps down in the water is where he should stay.