Everyday Poems

What made
This country yours?
To deny it’s freedoms
To those
With cause
Who seek refuge
And escape
From oppression
murder and rape
Maybe you think
A right,
God given from 
Ancestors’ plight
In stone cast
From generations past
But did you toil the soil
Hone the stone, and
By your stricken hand
Make this pleasant land
Or was it
Just a turn of fate
That you are in this state
In this land
You did nothing
To create
This country
You now destroy
With hate filled ploy
Decrying the very things
Your ancestors
Sought to bring
Where anti fascist
Resistance, is
Our real inheritance
Pride
In England’s name
From defeating Hitler
To kinder train
Instead
You deny the stateless
So insecure
To turn a page
Their mere presence
Makes you rage
But hate is a spasm
Like the blinking
Of an eye, it
Gives credence
To a lie
Of your God given right
To determine
Other people’s
Plight