wonkness test
By celticman
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Mussolini, Mein Kampf and our British Empire’s ideology
Our struggle, not only on land and sea
Our struggle to define ‘we’
Was never wonk work
English roses married to pakis and wogs
Were forever not ‘we’
Men married to slant-eyed chinkies
People born abroad with funny foreign accents
We have to treat with fairness and English civility
The braying and praying Northern Irish for example
Out-love our love for our Royal family
Irish Catholics and others like Jews and Muslims per se
Toxic mixtures of traitorous loyalty
Hybrid-names need not be always obscene
Saxon-Coburg in 1917
Culled from the Doomsday book
Our Kings and Queens
The epitome of wisdom and Windsorness
Our Defence of the Realm Act
Gathered a motley crew
Rooted out suspicious fathers and sons
Radical man-hating lesbians
Mothers that cooked foreign muck
None in Mrs Beeton’s 900 page, recipes book
Repatriated to internment camps
Kept imprisoned with criminals and prostitutes
Taught to know thine place
Is not ‘we,’ the superior race
Our British fighting line shifts and extends
Until you become our friend
Choose ‘we’ and be part of our glorious history
Know your place
Because to be human is a race
‘We’ leave behind nought but an empty space.
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Lapsed
I think all of that applies to me. I've never felt part of we or even them. Just a simple him.
Makes you think though. Your poem really makes you think.
From the point of view of an Unorthodox Irish Catholic Bulgarian Orthodox (lapsed, all lapsed).
Turlough
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There is a lot to think about
There is a lot to think about in this poem, so naturally it isn't the kind of poem I can easily understand, or adequately review. But it will certainly get me thinking a lot, particularly about British History, British identity and the History of the World, and history repeating itself! As always you have many great lines in there. I will reread, probably many times, which is good!
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Made me think of a song by
Made me think of a song by Stiff Little Fingers called 'White Noise'. Those prophetic last couple of lines sums things up neatly. Nicely done, CM.
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