As I got off the plane from China,
A red-eye flight so long,
On the train to my home through London
Many were in shock at the stupidity
On the back of lies and cupidity
On a tiny margin referenda
Was to change my nationality
Back from European
To the boorish,
Stupid, little English.
I heard the grim news unfold
That many more could not see
What a disaster it would be for young and old,
To give carte blanche to the party,
Often called to be of the nasty,
And so, it has unfolded,
The killing has gone on unchecked,
To make many homeless, and starve the rest,
To kick out and deport
The Europeans through the ports.
The Windrush, Africans and others Black.
Now they have no workers,
The fields go unpicked,
Food shops shelves become bare
No exports to our friends before
Only the other side of the world
Comes in or out
How green is that?
