Mother Country

“Go back to where you come from, ‘cause we haven’t got the room!”
Well if “they” should, so should you ye tit,  I see no ancient Britons in my view

We’re stood in Liverpool you gobshite, once the gateway to the world
We welcomed travellers from lands afar, and shipped slaves to yield our wealth

Half of us are Irish bred, from the Emerald Isle they fled
Victim to famine caused by rotten spuds and no wheat or seeds for bread

That migration caused hostility, and they were accused of stealing jobs
Then we focused on opposing sides of Catholics versus “proddy dogs”

We did the same shit during Windrush, and put signs in window panes
Aligning dogs savaging for scraps with nationality and race

Now we criticise all non Christians for the actions of a few
We forget our country’s religious terror past in this blinkered point of view

“But they’re terrorists and rapists, they’re all abusing little girls”
Check statistics mate, you’ll see all faiths and races share that world

Most abuse of children, happens in their home
The most likely perpetrator of abuse, is family of their own

The majority of nonces are blokes of friendship or of kin
Should we kick out all our brethren for sharing gender with these men?

All uncles must be monsters, all fathers filthy too
Kick out our brothers, granddads and stepdads because they’re bound to fiddle too?

We order Muslim people to watch their kids, and suspect their teenage sons
But you didn’t ask me to check my Irish Nanna’s knitting bag for bombs

We’re bitching over crossing seas and people seeking homes
We’ve forgotten our invasions and the commonwealth we owned

You do know that Christianity wasn’t England’s native faith
It was forced on us by Romans, then we mimicked their worst traits

We were pagans, labelled backward by invaders who built roads
Said civilisation was their plan and used threat to reach their goal

We copied them when our country netted Empires in our name
We made colonies across the world with native customs and beliefs defamed

We plundered continents and held missions to ingrain our Christian cause
We were disgusted by traditions that seemed alien to our thoughts

This tiny island forced it’s language on those we called “barbarians and tribes”
We crusaded and slay innocents in the name of Jesus Christ

Check your family’s own ancestors; we’ve sailed the seas and claimed the land
Now we whinge about immigration, when uninvited, we took half the planet in our hands

In 1788 we grabbed Australia, sent our unwanted and delinquent
We pushed it’s people people to the edges, and inflicted centuries of mistreatment

Don’t start me on America, they’re riddled with us too
It was discovered by it’s natives way before 1492

Iron Maiden said it best, when they sang ‘Run to the hills’
In 1812 Britain invaded, another heritage we killed

“My Uncle David’s doing well, he owns a bar in Benidorm”
I’m certain Benidorm’s not on Smithdown Road,  so it’s alright for us lot swarm?

“But we’re not immigrants we’re expats, we help economies to thrive”
I’ll remember that when our passport’s change and we have to queue in massive lines

Listen, dude, you’re talking bollocks. Your ignorance makes no sense
Your talking shite like Alf Garnett, but morphed into present tense

As a nation we have travelled, sown our seeds both flesh and grass
Mixed our heritage with others, our nation’s patrimony lasts

To tally British kinsman on a global scale, should make us stop and think
If white folks all go back to where they come from, lad..........

The fucking island’s going to sink!

By Emma Seasman ©  26/08/2018