Come...

Come… build your empires land

Give your passion and mighty hands

Bringyour hardened bodies and bridled minds

Streetsof gold, leave your Islands behind

Come… strive your hardest, make us great

Lets work together, there’s recompense

Ignorethe signs, there’s rooms to let

Just huddle together, 6 in a bed

Come… invest in our futures,

We need you in hospitals, factories

Keep working, you’re warriors, there’s overtime

Your families abroad and at home will be fine

Come… surrender your grievances, don’t complain

We need you to be grateful, under the strain

Perfect the riddles of etiquette

Your boots straps need tying, you should deal with that…

Come… whistleblowers no need to fear

Look there’s no racism here,

We pay you the same, how dare you contest

We gave you so much, we give you our best

Go… you’ve been here long enough

You’ve taken our women, our houses, our jobs

You’ve overstretched our NHS

You’re animals, criminals, time to go back

Leave.. you lie, cheat, steal, rape

You threaten our culture when you procreate

You have nothing that we need

You’re never satisfied, full of greed

Deport… you all, there’s no more room

You’ve been here for generations, you don’t contribute

We’ll build you a prison, back in your home

Wait!! There’s a virus, we need you again

-Belinda Kaye Wilkins