The Death Of Europe In Stereo

the intolerance of all that is 

and all that isn’t and all that’s yet 

to be decided, the abhorrence 

you feel towards me

is the incompatibility

we’re told to ignore, 

in your religious books

I’m scaled and burnt like a witch,

my limbs pulled apart like a heretic,

your state of worship rots the skin

of the green pastures we call home,

it’s such a treat to witness

white genocide unfold

in front of my eyes,

and here I am desperate to find

a point of contact, be it eye to eye,

heart to heart or fingers to palm,

the death of Europe in stereo,

the disc-jockey plays a song

in Arabic on Radio 1,

the hand-built bridges 

across our rivers topple

as the conflicts unfold,

the towers and battlements 

still stand like pioneering bookends 

keeping the homeland upright,

everything I thought we’d become

has been eradicated through

an ideology and a Dogma 

only the blind can hear,

the world burns around me

and the population

can’t control their fear,

and here I am just wanting

to enjoy my beer in peace