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I Fear
I fear for the soil
The mother and
Child in tow
The gentle hello
To my foreign wife
I fear that when
She leaves the house
She might not come back
The bus stop is danger
The supermarket
The train
Walking down the streets
I called my own
But now they are “Theirs”
And we must be quiet and hide
Until my country comes back
Monday 5th August 2024 2:28 pm
British Government’s Official Advice (England’s Green and Unpleasant Land)
“I need to flee my country?”
Stay and die
“I wish to stay in Britain?”
Then lighten your skin
Change your religion
Don’t talk in your mother tongue
Then you will be fine
If you decide not to accept:
Bricks through your window
Be shouted at
and knocked and spat at
in the streets
Because this is the rotten cradle of democracy
...
Thursday 1st August 2024 2:39 pm
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