General (General discussion, talk about anything.)
Another one from the Youth of Britain.
Whom the majority voted to remain. Just like myself
Pencil Drawn Borders.
Robert tells me over curry
I’m sick of immigration,
stuffs Masala in his mouth and
sips his cup of tea.
There’s a poster on the wall
above the table in the kitchen,
There’s a diner, people laughing,
and a jukebox by the side.
Robert loves the ‘50s,
the dancing and the smiles-
when Britain won a war and
only 60 million died.
The carnival and music
passes by his window
he dances and he laughs,
marvels at the lights.
And when his car gets a scratch
He blames them on the corner
the shifty looking bloke,
He should go back home.
Robert tells me over curry
We’re going down the drain
and romanticises a past
that hurt more than it helped.
by Martha O’Brien
Replied: 26th Mar 2019 at 20:49