If You Want To Kill A Nation

it’s trench warfare on these streets

looking out my window 

is beyond belief 

the cockney way of life

murdered in plain sight,

“if you want to kill a nation

you’ve got to do it right”

from London Town

to God knows where

the sound of Bow Bells 

fractured beyond repair

pulled apart by policymakers

and traitors like Tony Blair,

strategically replaced 

by the “call to prayer”

a covert show of dominance  

a warning to all of us

that our London 

isn’t home anymore,

it’s a breeding ground, 

a covert war

I’m the minority 

in my own country 

and those who want to murder me

hide in plain sight

“if you want to kill a nation

you’ve got to do it right”

I’m trying so hard 

not to lose myself,

strategically being striped 

of all my wealth and squeezed

of every ounce of sanity,

whilst the pundits 

'slight' my identity,

it appears London 

isn’t a home for me

thanks to your fucked

Government Policy

what did we expect?

they’re cutting our necks,

all dressed up in their 

cheap shitty suits,

the right and left,

they’re all in cahoots,

conspiring to stick

the knife in 

whilst smiling

through their weasel teeth,

spouting some shit 

about tax relief 

and uniting a nation

promoting antichristian beliefs

you can’t win when 

the media spin has

the population within

it’s claws as unvetted 

entities invade our shores,

corrupt ministerial

backhanders 

behind closed doors

keeps the gravy train

oiled and running

what are we becoming?

import the third world

become the third world

“multi culturalism is good for me”

or so I’m told, 

you can kiss goodbye

the days of old

where’s all the patriots?

where’s our fight?

“if you want to kill a nation

you’ve got to do it right”