And My Crime Was Being English
You faked friendship with me
And my crime was being English
You feigned interest in what I had to say
And my crime was being English
You sarcastically smiled at me
And my crime was being English
You omitted to give me information
And my crime was being English
You wrote notes behind my back
And my crime was being English
Your jealousies oozed from all of your pores
And my crime was being English
You stabbed the knives into my face
And my crime was being English
You tore my nation to shreds
And my crime was being English
You told me I would not be welcome
And my crime was being English
You pretended I wasn’t there
And my crime was being English
You left me standing lonely
And my crime was being English
Will you leave me alone to die
For my crime of being English?
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