I feel the time has come for me to publicly disparage
The smug obnoxious Xenophobe Whose surname rhymes with garage
His out and out rejection of immigration, blacks and Hanukkah
Seems to me to be an irony
Given the pronunciation of his moniker!
Farage has rather a Frankish twang
A certain je ne sais quoi!
So how can a man with such obvious French ancestry
Be so quick to bar?!
I’ve concluded he’s a masochist,
His campaign has left him jobless
He turned up at his office, Friday
And to the lot said “cobblers!”
He’s a man I find so easy to hate
Yet many rally to him
But while the snake may have fooled them
I personally see right through him.
His thin-veiled threats of anarchy
And Anglo-ruled apartheid
Are not a threat but promises
To whitewash all of England’s past
And make us Dulux White!
But I’m Irish, see. (Well, my grandma was!)
And my name has Norman virtue
And my Grandad’s name’s from Viking times
So where do I return to??!
Do I fly to Cork to find a life
In Ireland’s southernmost town,
Or sail to Normandy or in fact
To Denmark settle down.
There’s no such thing as English
We’re a multicultural nation!
Anglo (French) and Saxon (German) is hardly pure breeding
But these people want to rewrite the books
Historians will be reading.
Without the Normans
Would an Englishman’s home
His castle still remain?
And without Vikings would we be
The mariners we became?
The Romans built our towns and roads
But what have they ever done for us?!
The Irish built the railway lines
So you don’t have to take the bus!
The Windies brought us colour
With their music, style and vision
Imagine the long Winter of discontent
Without the reggae rhythm
The 70’s opened doors to India
And business Pakistani
Well, what would be the lads night out
Without a Biryani?!
As Berlin’s wall was taken down
I wept a tear of triumph
No longer will we leave in fear
Of those prehistoric giants
Of xenophobia, greed and envy
Even South Africa followed suit,
But now arise a generation
Who gives the lot the boot!
Take a long look at your English lives
As you dine at Swedish tables
Watching Japanese TV’s
Drive your German car to work upon
A hundred foreign labels!
Each wave that came has made this home
And starting at the bottom
Has put to shame our lazy lives
By remembering what we’ve forgotten
Integrity comes from deep within
From earning honest bread
From working till you are worn out
And collapsing in your bed
No restless sleep for he who works
And earns his daily crust
But on his efforts he can lean
And on his hands he’ll trust.
The Tories stole your benefits
They questioned if you’re able
They forced the pound to be so strong
You struggled to lay your table
But Farage blamed all the immigrants
Those nasty foreign scum
He said they stole your nationhood
And you believed his lying tongue.
He set the fuse and waited for
The shit to hit the fan,
And now the news,
He’s buggered off!
What a spineless little man!
P J Deakin 2016©