Can I speak?
Can I speak, now, for England?
(With the mild-righteous-bigots).
I offer my shaking hand,
Will my words make you drop it?
The Daily Mail, font-large-loudly,
My senses report old fears,
That one day no one will hear.
Middle class, Middle Europe,
We are all re-washed ashore:
We bled before, war-tore lives,
Fail with fresh jingo-writ lies.