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Call of the 'Motherland'

Come to England

Come to England

Come to the Motherland


A call to arms, a call to fight

To give your substance and your might

To serve the King and love the Queen

You will be welcome – will be seen


Without question, without doubt

We run to heed our mother’s shout


The country’s poor and broken down

The call again, the clarion sound

Calling workers from each isle

To labour hard and stay a while


Without question, without doubt

We run to heed our mother’s shout


Now the country’s been rebuilt

By hard work and blood we spilt

Our mother has no need of us

And claims our number is too much


Now we question, now we doubt

Why does our mother want us out?


With borders closed and fear increased

They say we drain and bring disease

The call for us is to return

Our loyalty and service spurned


She’s not our mother there’s no doubt

She flushed us in to force us out


She lied when she said we are kin

She loves the colour of our blood

But hates the colour of our skin


Nairobi Thompson (c) 2010




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