The (British) Citizen
Went out for a drink one
Friday night
And ended up nearly
getting into a fight
It wasn’t my fault; I was
being polite
And I didn’t really have
much choice
I was innocently standing
at the bar
Talking to a stranger
“blah di blah”
When he crossed the line,
went a bit too far
Shouting in a very loud
voice:
“An asylum seeker or a
refugee
Coming over here and
getting stuff for free
Should NOT be allowed in
MY country
And I’m not a racist
BUT……
What are they coming over
here for?
Do you want a Muslim
living next door?
This country’s full we
can’t take more
Our borders should be
SHUT!
I’m not a racist but I
have to say
Why should all that tax I
pay
Go to foreign places far
away
No I’m not a racist BUT……
There's too many of 'em over here
Our women and children
live in fear
Enoch Powell had the
right idea
His vision was clear CUT
I’m not a racist but I
don’t see
Why I should feel any
sympathy
If someone coming here
illegally
Winds up getting DROWNED
Our economy’s in bits
All immigrants claiming
benefits
At the cost of us hard
working Brits
Should be shipped
homeward BOUND
I’m not a racist I’ve got
a black mate
It’s only Muslims that I
hate
They’re the ones that
refuse to integrate
They need to UNDERSTAND
That this is England, not
Iran
Or Syria or Pakistan
We read the Bible not the
Quran
And the Burka should be
BANNED
I’m not a racist I’m a
UKIP man
British citizen TOMMY fan
I hate the European plan
But I’m not a racist
RIGHT?
I want to go back to the
good old days
Of British culture
British ways
When Rule Britannia ruled
the waves
Predominantly WHITE!”
At first I didn’t know
what to say
And normally I keep
trouble at bay
But I was tired and I’d
had a bad day
And the drink had gone to
my head
So I stood there a while
and thought for a bit
Bought another beer, had
a sip of it
And with an angry face
and a mouth full of spit
I turned to the man and
said:
“I’m sorry but I have to
disagree
That’s a racist rant as
far as I can see
I don’t even know why
you’re talking to me
You say you’re not a
racist BUT…….
Your BRITAIN FIRST badge,
Your Powell tattoo
Your TOMMY ROBINSON point of view
Tells me all I need to
know about you
Your mind is clearly
SHUT!
You say you’re not a
racist and then imply
That British born Muslims
should wave GOODBYE
And refugees should be
left to DIE
You say you’re not a
racist BUT…….
Your message came through
loud and clear
You don’t want immigrants
living here
So you preach the hatred
and the fear
Of a bigoted far right
NUT
I don’t want to know
what’s in your head
You should have told
someone else instead
Someone a little bit more
brain dead
Would agree with what you
say
All the people you hate
are human too
With needs and feelings
just like you
What would you think if I
said to you
I’m happy for them to
STAY?
You say you’re not a
racist and then you state
That it’s only Muslims
that you hate
Cos they refuse to
integrate
But you need to
UNDERSTAND
That Britain’s a
multicultural place
With all kinds of creed,
colour and race
Every woman’s got a right
to cover their face
And the burka should NOT
be banned!
And as for UKIP let me
explain
I don’t care if you voted
leave or remain
The stuff that’s going on
inside your brain
Is far from being alright
The working class never
ruled the waves
In the past we weren’t much
more than slaves
If you want to go back to
those good old days
You really are full of
SHITE!”
And with that being said
I turned away
Being quite prepared to
let it lay
But the nationalist
looked far from OK
And he didn’t want let it
rest
He called me a “Traitor” and
a “Left wing dick”
A “Muslim lover” and a
“COMMUNIST prick”
And he said I had a face
he’d love to kick
And he poked me in the
chest
And I thought “I’m not
putting up with that”
So I looked him in the
eye and said “YOU PRAT”
And as he smiled like a
Cheshire cat
A voice whispered in my
ear;
“Don’t mess with him he’s
a nutcase son
The best thing you can do
is RUN
Don’t try and take him on
mate you’ll get done
It’s time you was out of
HERE”
A group of bouncers
dragged me outside
Saying “He’s our mate, you’ve
hurt his pride”
As from the entrance the
NATIONALIST cried
“I’ll kill the little
SHIT!”
And as he shouted he
slung a chair
He didn’t notice or even
care
That there were other
people everywhere
It was like he was he
having a FIT!
I ran as the bouncers
held him back
But the chair in the air
was still on track
It exploded landed me with
a “CRACK”
That’ll haunt me in my
dreams
And the ranting and the
raving could still be heard
The poisonous HATRED,
every word
Not a trace of HUMANITY could be inferred
In those maniacal SCREAMS
But what kept me awake
when I turned off the light
Was so many others
thought he was right
I was well and truly
outnumbered that night
Not sharing his point of
view
And that night I nearly
paid the price
For not keeping schtum,
or being nice
But then again why I
should think twice?
I’m a BRITISH CITIZEN too
