“Fear Is The Thing, that keeps me up at night”
Fear is the thing
that keeps me up at night
that fills my heart with dread
at the thought that we are the ones next on the list
First south, then north, then if not east, then west it will be
But to those who would bring
death and chaos to our shores I say this:
Do your very worst and go to the devil!
For if you think that by these cruel acts
that you will somehow manage to divide us
Or turn us against our fellow man,
against those whom we know to be innocent
then you will never succeed
For greater foes than you have tried
to break our will and nerve
Armies and armadas, tyrants and madmen
“What hope have you, you death worshipping fascists”
all have tried, so what hope have you,
you death worshipping fascists,
you pitiful Jihadi Johnnies
And to those of you among us who
would play into their hands,
to those who seek a “final solution”
clear and true, I ask this:
Who do you think you are?
And where do you think you live?
For we are not in Russia where,
all opposition is defaced and snuffed out
Nor are we the spin-off to that frightened
and insecure child that is Trump’s America
For this is Great Britain, land of hope and glory
“We have no need for final solutions, or travel bans,”
We have no need for final solutions, or travel bans,
Just as we have no need for terror bombings
and babies killing babies
For vengeance simply for vengeance’s sake
is hate merely be-getting more hate
We have no need of an eye for an eye
All we need is love, love and understanding
For it is not hate which fills my heart
at the thought of those who have wronged us
Rather I feel only pity for them,
Pity for those who have been brainwashed into believing
that their God demands the slaughter of innocents
“I pity them who feel that they must martyr themselves so that they might prove a point”
I pity them who feel that they must martyr themselves
so that they might prove a point,
But I pity them less who feel the need to take
a few hundred others with them
But right now however my pity is reserved,
for those fathers whose children shall not see adulthood
for those mothers whose babies are not coming home tonight
But most important of all, I reserve my pity
for the ones who will come tomorrow and in the days to come
For this is not the end, neither is it the beginning,
This is just the tip of the Iceberg
For the people who hate us are just getting started
And to those people I say again:
Do your very worst and go to the devil!
For we are not afraid of you
And we will not be deterred by you
For we are the United Kingdom
no matter what our divisions may be
And we, unlike others, are not for the turning
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http://thesprout.co.uk/blog/2017/05/14/poem-ocd-has-a-hold-on-me/
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