Recessionary Measures

nightcrawlers 

out on the tiles,

desperate 

to rekindle 

a recklessness 

that’s since been 

disfigured,

the derelict vigour 

inflicted itself 

on the lifeblood 

of my city

almost overnight,

the guillotine

of foreign doctrine 

veto’s the void

commonly known

as white British,

the working class 

are knorring their 

ankle tethers

their world crippled 

by recessionary measures, 

the thrill seekers,

are falling, failing

derailing 

due to their own 

determination 

to rekindle 

any semblance 

of the life they once knew, 

youthful nights

spent running away 

from the sunrise

have been replaced

with battle cries

in languages 

I don’t understand,

the war spread

from the shores

into the heart

of communities,

the cancer engulfed

the cities with haste,

those eyes without a face

conduct themselves

abrasively, diversity 

isn’t our strength

it’s our deterioration,

an overt attack 

on our country’s 

foundation,

those given impunity 

despise Christianity,

they’ll relent, refuse

revolt and obey their 

call to arms,

then they’ll fight,

the left will declare 

me ‘far right’,

call me what you will,

they’re blind to the fact

they’ve made society

irreparably ill, 

I refuse to be a part 

of the sickness,

the death of our once

Great Britian 

is self-inflicted