The country I come from the place I call home
Traditions past down since the dawn of time
Fading deep into the black jaws of history
The pride we hold dear, close to our hearts
We are force to shamefully hide away
The ever increasing religions
That’s swept onto England’s shore
Cause our beliefs to be pushed to the back
Crosses, Christmas,
Why should we change our beliefs?
In our own country
For alien guests
When I imprint my footsteps
Upon rich foreign soil
I respect
nicola burkett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/respect-6/
