To be English
To be English,
O’ so shameful.
To be English,
Terribly painful.
To be English,
Is to not show pride,
To be English,
Hide your feelings inside.
To be English,
Culture, heritage not taught just repressed.
To be English,
Our history is two World Wars, no more no less.
To be British!
A symptom of an Imperial past.
We are all British,
We sorely need discourse in the class.
A force for good,
Consumed by malice and spite,
Has taken it over,
Now, only a spurned message left.
Midland woes from the past,
Out of touch bureaucrats.
But finally at last,
I can fly a flag from the mast.
The ties cannot see,
Either you or me.
How we live and feel.
Who we are, you and me.
To be English,
Not colour nor creed.
To be English,
You live and you breathe.
To be English,
I wish to savour
A land of many people,
Homogenous flavours.
We all sing their names,
They try to score.
We all follow the games,
Watch them lose once more.
To be English,
A nation within.
To be English,
One day we will win.
Written in September 2016
