England (2011)

England,

I’m only a foreigner,

but England,

I begin to understand,

under Queen’s command,

is a meritocracy

in which the aristocracy

still has the upper hand.

 

England,

you are pregnant,

at sixteen.

England,

you are stagnant,

with 8 percent

unemployment.

 

England,

I love you, England,

but you’re ill.

Thatcher has made

you limp,

England.

Narcissism,

England,

has made you stare,

inwards not out.

 

England,

you’re a rock,

you’re an island.

A fortress deep and mighty.

England,

there is more than

England.

Why do you only

speak English,

England?


“Chavs”,

England,

what an ugly word,

something before

I never heard.

England,

part of you

is ignorant and sad,

and it makes me mad.

 

England,

little children on a leash,

England,

babies in MacDonalds,

England,

whole families in tracksuits,

drunken grannies,

and Polish-speaking nannies.

 

There is money,

England,

get yourself together,

England,

you once ruled the waves.

 

England,

I love you,

but you’re messy,

and at the same time

classy.

England,

you have your very own

style and swagger.

 

Rule! Brittania,

Rule the waves,

Britons never will be slaves.

Een gedachte over “England (2011)

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