Island Life

 

I am an Irish Englishman

I can sit upon a fence

And watch the world go by me

Don’t need to make defence

 

We are an Island Nation

Sufficient to ourselves

Except for all our imports

And someone to fill the shelves

 

We sailed the world in former times

To trade and rule the roost

The globe was almost British

To give our pride a boost

 

But now our island nation

Feels weary and oppressed

We are pulling up the gang plank

We want to have a rest

 

We voted then for Brexit

Were told a pack of lies

Posh boys for the exit

Parties while she dies

 

We are an island nation

La Manche lies in between

The world may have its troubles

But we sail on serene

 

Trouble is pandemics

Just walk right through the door

And desperate folk in dinghies

Lie dead upon the shore

 

An island needs a mainland

Even far away

Human connection

Is the only way to play

 

The rich go round in cruise chips

The poor lie at our door

We need to find each other

To live with less not more

 

I am an English Irishman

I have the best of both

Living now in Stirling

The jewel of the north

 

The virtues of our people

We celebrate quite right

But let’s confess our sins as well

And make this dark world bright

 

Brian Fahy

8 December 2021

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: