I Dream Of England
Of many peoples
mingling together,
eyeing one another in mutual suspicion
I dream of England.
Of motorways,
dirty foreboding strips
trapping thousands in their maw
I dream of England.
Of newspapers,
pandering rags
lying in exclusively in bold print
I dream of England.
Of dirty women
with tight hair and foul mouths
smoking laboriously on street corners
I dream of England.
Of football fans
who spend £50 on the strip
and never kick a ball in anger
I dream of England.
Of myself,
struggling to survive,
enthralled by a world I love and hate
I dream of England.