The myopic xenophobia

The myopic xenophobia

Of the apoplectic

Little Englander

Pointing a finger

At a map

He hid in the brim of a cap

It was covered in pink

He said it made you think

What we lost

I said yes but at what cost

Was it gained

His expression was pained

Said I was a fool

The reformers tool

It was our fathers who fought

Has it all come to nought

When we stand with our backs

To the sea

For the good of our

Queen and country

And traitors like me

Sell us down the river

His upper lip

All a quiver

This is Engerland

The green and pleasant land

But we mortgaged it all

To reduce corporation taxes

And give safe haven

To the oil magnates

And uber rich classes

He didn’t laugh

Hit me with a staff

Said this was Jerusalem

Builded here

But that was just rhetoric

As he was blatantly

Antisemitic

Is it me

Am I as just as bad as he

When all is said and done

For what it might be worth

I am English my son

If not by nature

Then in truth, by birth.