The 12th

What people build they wish to keep,

Planting settler foundations running deep,

So young Billy can watch with pride,

As he lights the bonfire of “kulture” inside.

It’s called a complex though it’s simply fear,

Burning wooden faggots and anything they find queer,

“Flegs” and “Taigs” and “Southerners” and “Shinners”,

And praise a foreign king for casting out us sinners.

But this year they’ve outdone every other,

Burning a boat; from bow to rudder,

At the top they sat effigies of migrants,

And burnt a message to vagrants.

Welcome to the North on the 12th of July,

Where all good subjects recite the cruel lie,

That mighty men can beat their drums and chest,

Without needing to put their might to the test.

So march up the road young Billy and burn your wood;

You’d burn all your fears if you could,

But the truth of the 12th is it will never end,

Fire can’t burn the bigotry you defend.

#HI