England is rich in its people
Irish Scots Welsh to name a few
The folk who came from Pakistan
To work our northern mills
And open corner shops
Sitting all day at the tills
The Windrush generation
Leaving sunny homes
To run the London underground
Drive buses out to Barnes
Then those Kenyan Asians
Expelled and sent our way
Gifted clever Indians
Now with us to stay
And Jews from Eastern Europe
Fleeing Russian hate
Something they call pogroms
Over ‘ere now mate
And Italians Italians
Here a good while now
Selling us good ice cream
Johnny Orsi take a bow
Of late we saw the Poles arrive
EU’s latest gift
Until that thing called Brexit
Brought another rift
Yes England is rich in people
Anglo-Saxons too
We are all mixed up together
Makes a heady brew
Except except for Tories
You know the sort I mean
Upper class lots of brass
Take tea with the queen
There’s a certain type of Englishman
I really can’t abide
They’ve been ruling us since God knows when
Above the common tribe
They have always had the money
Always had the land
Natural party of government
Them I cannot stand
The sceptred isle is beautiful
The people good to know
But the ruling class God help us
I really wish they’d go
Brian Fahy
10 March 2022
Erris Poetry 