Wednesday, 10 January 2018

Britain is not my Home

If some Scots are fearful
What are they afraid of –
Afraid of the British army boots
Or their missiles?
Afraid of Britain refusing to trade?
Britain is not my home.

Britain is some far flung concept
Of some far away isles.
Of exploitation, of a false superiority,
Of old empire sun.
Britain is not my home.

My home is the green of Ireland’s
Galway Bay, Mountains of Mourne,
And the long, low shore,.
My home is the misty glens,
And the mountains song.
The pipes that play in the morning air,
Old Scotia is my home.

I may fill in the UK on those
online boxes,
But it’s a lie.
Britain is not my home.

December 2017