I want my country back

Hi all, it’s been a while!   So much has happened but I’m just here to drop off a poem before it disappears into the ether forever!   I was inspired to write this poem at the time of the Brexit referendum (i.e. the day my faith in my country received a fatal wounding), but feel if anything it’s got more relevant.   Here’s my pre-amble at the time of writing and the poem!   Enjoy!

Here’s a poem I was inspired to write following the outcome of the European Union Referendum. This is not intended as a slight against people voting Brexit some of which have some thoughtful considered arguments for making their decisions (for what it’s worth I think you’re wrong, but I respect your opinion), but more reflects my concern about how my much loved country of birth seems to have been divided, poisoned to with populist nationalist rhetroic and seemingly given into its worst most prejudiced instincts as a result of the EU referendum.

An old man’s on the pulpit,
“I want my country back” he cries.
“The’re terr’rists at our borders
Come to take our jobs”, he lies,
“This red safety tape ‘as took its toll
It’s time for us to take back control”!
“I want my country back” the crowd reply.

The Sun shouts in the morning;
“I want my country back” the line.
A prolix Aryan salutes,
And declares that “now’s our time”
And calls on you to follow your heart
That you are a people set apart;
“I want my country back” he cries.

A bus Leaves with a slogan:
“I want my country back” it cries.
The people follow, march in herds,
Wolves in establishment ties.
Empty pledges with bold dialogue
Are all need matter for a demagogue;
“I want my country back” will suffice.

A voice believed we’d stand for more…
Is shot and stabbed then dies.
The murderer’s asked to state his name,
“Death to traitors” his reply.
Her lost children watch their future wronged;
Where is the safe world where they belonged?
“I want my country back” they cry…