HYMN TO XENOPHOBIC BRITAIN
And did those feet in modern time,
Walk upon Europe’s pastures green,
And was the holy lamb of God
With cumin, cooked in open air tureens.
And did the Far Right asinine
Shout ‘foul!’ upon on our crowded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded there,
In Calais’ tents, as trash in French landfills.
Bring me my bow of burning gold;
Bring me my gallows of desire;
Bring me my spear; O crowds unfold!
Bring me my bulldozers of fire!
I will not cease from mental Right,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand:
Till we have built Jerusalem
Elsewhere from England’s dark and peasant Land.