On Racism
“This country is ours!” is their rallying call,
“We don't want any strangers like you”
but since Celts, Picts and Romans
no-one owns this land,
we are all of us just passing through.
“We're English!” “We're Scottish!” “We're Welsh!”
goes the cry,
but here is the fact you must face-
you leave all these labels behind at the grave
and then somebody else takes your place.
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