19 November 2007

UBA March - London - England is back

Good reports from the UBA march in London on Saturday, 200 in attendance of all age groups, the start of things to come.

A poem read out on the day:-


Goodbye my ENGLAND , so long old friend

Your days are numbered, being brought to an end.

To be Scottish or Irish or Welsh that's just fine,

But don't say you're English that's way out of line!

The French and the Germans may call themselves such,

As may the Norwegians, the Swedes and the Dutch.

You can say you are Russian or maybe a Dane,

But don't say you are English ever again.

At Broadcasting House that word is taboo,

In Brussels they've scrapped it, in Parliament too.

Even schools are affected, staff do as they're told,

They mustn't teach children about the ENGLAND of old.

Writers like Shakespeare, Milton or Shaw,

Do pupils not learn about them anymore?

How about Agincourt, Hastings or Mons ?

Where ENGLAND lost hosts of her very brave sons.

We're not Europeans, how can we be?

Europe is miles away, over the sea!

We're English from ENGLAND let's all be proud.

Stand up and be counted, shout it out loud!

Let's tell Gordon Brown and Brussels too.

We're proud of our heritage, not just red, white and blue.

Fly the flag of St. George, not the Union Jack!

Let the World know ENGLAND is back""


Anonymous said...

Great poem. Really touched my heartstrings. Any more details on the demo?

Here is a poem written by a Cockney friend about 15-20 yrs ago when cockneys, Christians and Jews were moving out (often to Essex, the new, better off, countrified East End) & 'others' were moving in.

TO all cockneys leaving I'd just like to say
I'll miss you all dearly the time you're away
I will always remember as it was before -
Rows of old chimneys and old broken doors
Every door open and NO NEED for KEYS
Your name was your token you were easy to please

DIFFERENCES settled by CLEARING the air
Up with your fists was a strange old affair
Then off to the boozer and give me your hand
The best in the house, the best in the land
Then back to your chimneys and old broken doors
Sunday at my house and next week at yours.

REMEBER that era for it was your day
To all cockneys leaving I'd just like to say
I will miss you all dearly I'll wait your RETURN
My door witll be open and a coke fire will burn
To those who are leaving and for what you have been
Goodbye your cockneys, you're the
Bruce P.

Anonymous Lady

Anonymous said...

Beautiful poem anon lady.

Lionheart said...

I have not heard back about info on the demo, but try their site i know they have picture up.