The News In Poetry Day 39: In Defence Of My Country

Oh shut up, Farage.
http://m.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-22238575

My country is a small island.
The weather is often bad.
We have no particular industry
Anymore.

My country had a dark past.
My people have invaded
Exploited and oppressed
Many others.

My country has many inequalities.
The poor are demonised,
The disabled are impoverished
As the rich grow ever richer.

But I love my country
For the many languages I can hear in the street,
For the many flavours I can taste in the air.
For the music and the laughter and the chaos and the peace
Which all converges

On this wet, grey, miserable island

And fills it with colour.

Join us, and welcome.