Rant #2

I hate Great Britain

I hate this patch of land

I hate the flags and banners

I hate the Eton bandstand

 

Nationalism

Can go to hell

And burn with

Corporate greed

How can you say

You’re happy?

When there are hungry mouths to feed

 

I hate the city bankers

I hate this sceptred isle

I hate the lying media

I hate right wing political guile

 

Nationalism

Can go to hell

And burn with

Corporate greed

How can you say

You’re happy>

When there are hungry mouths to feed

 

I hate our nation’s borders

I hate the ‘us and them’

I hate the rabid racism

Now it’s time to begin again

 

Nationalism

Can go to hell

And burn with

Corporate greed

How can you say

You’re happy?

When there are hungry mouths to feed

 

No frontiers

Andy is a plumber

He works from dawn till dusk

Barrie is a banker

Money fuels his lust

Colin is a carer

Looking after his old mum

Derek is a beggar

Seeking food to fill his tum

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

Edward is a baron

In a mansion cold and grey

Freddy is a homophobe

Though he is secretly gay

Gregory is a millionaire

Funding international genocide

Harry is his best friend

Knowing how he lied

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

Indira is a seamstress

Making dresses for the rich

Jakinda she sews trainers

One rupee for every stitch

Kondo was a warrior

But HIV has made him sick

Leandro he is starving

Earning a dollar for a trick

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

Mendel is a Rabbi

Living in the promised land

Noam is quite pleasant

Though no one sees his hand

Ovadia he buys weapons

For the IDF to fire

Pesach is an agent

With 20 guns to hire

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

Qasim is a builder

He works to earn some bread

Radi is an Iman

Saying prayers for the dead

Saha she smiles bravely

While burying her mum

Tasnim lost her legs

In the heat of the Gaza sun

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

Ursula is the Scottish wife

Of a paedophile parish priest

Vanora owns a town house

On a street in Inverleith

Willie wants independence

From the bastard English rule

Yolanda says he crazy

And a brainless Indy fool

No borders

No nations

No class

No way

 

While bombs rain down aplenty

On helpless Palestine

The yanks they start to blitz

The bloody ISIS line

The rulers keep us under

With lies and racial fear

They sip their Pimms and cocktails

And serve us promises and beer

No borders

No nations

No class

No way