United Kingdom? Poem by chris dawson

Domain of the Speech for Free,
Septic inviting Isle,
come all forth and live with me,
our culture please defile.
Bring all your views and bigot's hates,
all vogues, customs and style,
as eagerly our thirst awaits,
so quench us with your bile.
Acceptance and pure tolerance
will embrace you all here while
you may plot and plan to dance
on graves you so defile.
United this old Kingdom had
shed blood and grief through trial,
Insanity! it makes me mad,
such disrespect, so vile.
And so this sleeping nation hides
it's soul, it's wit, it's guile,
but in it's heart there still abides
the potency to rile.