A 'Twisted' Sense of Pride

This June, our national football team Is going to South Africa, for the World Cup When we were told not to wear our team colours I thought, ‘This country has gone bottom up!’ Since when did our nation get twisted Into a totalitarian state? Where certain minorities have their say Fuelling the ‘BNP’s’ fires of hate They wouldn’t have even dare to constrain The Welsh, the Irish or Scots Who if told not to wear their teams colours Would rather be hung, drawn, quartered or shot Their sense of pride in their history And for their Countries, is world renowned, For England to bow to the vociferous few Would be letting the team in South Africa down Not to mention our troops in Afghanistan Fighting terror so we can live free Nailing their colours to the mast Standing proud in the fight for their country We here in England must echo that pride As onwards all ‘our boys’ forge And I for one, will be flying my flag For Queen, Country, ‘boys’ and Saint George.