Identity
Finally, finally,
Approved is Brexit.
Radios and TVs
Speak of Brexit.
I listen patiently,
Digest words carefully
At their depth sound racist.
"We changed world, history,
So, defend British Identity…"
Thought about their saying,
Gathered words, so, maybe
Use them for my learning
About how, where, we live.
Last night had a dream,
Visiting some reserve,
Absent were "Red Skins"
Where gathered British…
Hardly they had noticed
That I was sort of guest,
Parasite, unwanted…
They spoke among them
Of teaching, schooling
The kids of Indigenous…
Left no vote and no rights
For any of parents…
I stood in defence
Raised my voice and shouted:
"It's enough, stop it…"
Now I think of dream and question:
"Can that be connected, related
To British news, Identity, Brexit? "
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