You Do Not Represent Me! Poem by Gracey Newman

With your hands hid behind your back. You turn from what you said.
as its all speculation, that''s what you said, well your a monster and you do not represent my views, as a young white British child. You are dead to me.

BNP?

I am a proud British but it disgusts me when people from my country say they represent me, and use hateful, disgusting words. I do not want a white Britain I love variety.

BNP?

With the world wars, our soldiers fought people like you, fascists.
You disgust me as you try to riddle your way out of what you have said.
Our problems do not come from the ethical background, it comes from people like you! Who take others freedom to live.

BNP?

The people should not fear its government, the government should fear its people. A man who would take people from their homes, For what? a better race? theirs no such thing.

BNP?

Good with your words, Good with your words, but not good with what they mean. You are a horrible man, the leader of the British National party, you do not represent me. You do not represent