English hearts are stirring
And there is unrest in the soul
For great change is abroad.
A stealthy invasion breaches the land of my ancestors?
Governments dither but
Britain is not waving but drowning.
Political correctness stops mouths;
Schools no longer teach English ways;
Christmas is sanitised
Into Mid-Winter Festivals;
Blacksheep are sheared;
Blackbirds are unmentionable;
Hoodies are banned,
But veils are skirted round;
Nobody has the courage
To point out the Emperors new clothes.
Sixty years ago we thought we had learned
A great lesson about appeasement,
Yet mayhem has overtaken us yet again;
British fair play;
All are under threat.
I live, breathe and love equality;
I will fight for your freedom
To argue against me,
But I will never surrender my freedom of speech,
Or give my respect to anything
That has not earned it.
My father fought against Hitler;
My mother's father fought the Kaiser;
I will die a thousand deaths before we
Surrender to a Dictatorship
That we have invited in,
Only to see it rise up and reject all things British,
Demand that our law be made subservient to a foreign code,
That strange scripts and foreign signs
Sprout where once only English flourished.
Lily livered fat cats,
Unable to save a people floundering
In an incoming flood,
Are surrendering everything British
Without a fight.
I hear Blake's song
Echoing over England's Mountains green
And the roaring
Of distant chariots