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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