Won local poetry competition Watch
'Strangers who dance on my land'
I see him every now and again;
on the bus, in the shops,
but more often than not down the dole.
He knows not the language yet
he holds my currency.
He laughs at my woman
he wants to convert them.
Mocks my culture, my home and my pride.
Does he not know his kind are not wanted,
forever they try to make my life haunted.
In dreams I see them
Ten million strong they swarm.
In through ports, hidden away from loyal eyes.
No houses for us but mansions for them.
A country cannot stand on a government made of sand.
I call you now, my Englishmen
rise and be heard.
A day is coming, the fight must be met.
Raise our swords proud and high and so all the world will know
we fought for and died
'Harry, England, and St George!'
Your poem is rubbish when assessed on any basis.
A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
As you must be aware, your poem is rather xenophobic. Did no-one object to it winning this contest?
The task was to write a poem about Britain in the 21st century, if it comes across xenophobic then maybe I picked up something that wasn't right about my country and subconsciously I put it into my poem. I won so the judges must have related too.
your username sounds a bit ermm supremacist ?