Oh Little England

Oh Little England

The Empire has crumbled

The Colonialists long gone

But the Landed Gentry

Carry on like nothing has changed

They inherited wealth

From exploiting slaves

And any dissenters

Met with early graves

Oh Little England

Your past has a trail

All across the African plain

You took the Bible

And what you believed

And sold it to natives

Easily deceived

Whilst they were praying

And clasping their hands

You sneaked out from Church

And stole all their land

Oh Little England

Your history is a lie

That just won’t die

Those who made a fortune

From servitude and pain

Have passed on their wealth

To generations with no shame

Keeping their money offshore

And their conscience in a cave

Knowing they’ll never be poor

Thanks to the African slaves

Oh Little England

And your blood soaked past

Doesn’t touch the soul of the ruling class

©JMcN2018