So who’s controlling our borders
If not us?
Isn’t that what UK Border Control is for?
Who’s threatening to disagree
With the right wing’s sand left wing’s right
To flap hollow words into our airspace?
Who’s colonising the Parliament Square womb of colonialism?
Who’s overwriting the electoral system
In indelible ink
Instead of potentially back-pedalling pencil,
Forcing their vote to be counted
Whether it fits the government’s socio-economic formulae
Whose currency is undermining the pound,
Fracking this concrete soil
To process British-born gold and silver
Instead of the rest of the world’s?
Who’s answering the prayer
God kill our gracious queen
And her whole family?
Who’s labelling UK a terrorist regime
As an excuse to bomb our civilians,
Set their pet cars to drink our oil banks,
And replace our sovereignty with their Western democracy?
Who’s putting the Prime Minister out of business?
Who has the brains or the balls to answer these questions?
Then who are the asswipes dictating us to
Take back control of our borders?
England is still waiting,
Still waiting to crack from the rift between its leaders and its led,
Still waiting for its veneer of superiority to slip for the last time,
Still waiting for the EU to hold it accountable
For the crimes it metes out to its slaves,
Still waiting to be invaded,
Anyone at all
Once and for all.
© One Tawny Stranger, June 2016
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