Colours
As fascism grows and spreads through the land. A few of sit and remember when an Englishman was respected as a tolerant man.
Respectful of colour, freedom, compassion and creed. Not bent on self through tyrannical greed.
Now being English carries a weight. Expected loyalty demands xenophobia, resentment and hate.
So be English if that is your path. I’ll turn round, backtrack and nail my colours to a different mast.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2021
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