If you get your way
If the foreigners are kept at bay
If we wind the drawbridge
and mine the beaches
Reach a state of monoculture
Create an all-white social structure
Would your wages rise?
Or would you find to your surprise
your payslip doesn’t grow in size
but stays as low as it can go
as your boss can get away with?
If your demands were met
Commands were set
If you got all the measures you want to get
If we locked up extremists
and those you deem
the wrong creed or colour
If we don’t concede
If our country were duller
Would you get your treatment straightaway?
With no delay? Nothing to pay?
And a comfortable, well-staffed hospital stay?
Or would you find to your dismay
a ‘closed’ sign on the clinic door
as no-one works there any more?
If you got your wish list
ticked off unopposed
If Britain closed
as you propose
Do you suppose
the housing shortage would be no more?
You’d get the keys to a new front door?
No moving fees? Your rent go down?
Homes for heroes in every town?
Or would you find to your chilling shock
a small, sold, cold and dreary stock?
Landlords’ bills still filling their boots
Hoarding the loot?
If everybody were to do
exactly what you want them to
Join your crew
If they knew the score
Swallowed your moral mores
If people knew their place again
If women were women and men were men
Would no more children come to harm?
Or would you find to your alarm
that kids still got hurt
not by story-telling queens in skirts
but by conventional abusers
bruisers and losers?
If every Briton looked the same
Who would then be in your frame?
Or would you find someone else to blame?
If we locked the gate
Would your rage abate?
Or would you find someone else to hate?
Or maybe you would realise
that those you despise
against whom you rise
are not the cause of your distress
of poorness, unrest and social mess
That the money that could have been
spent on your pension
on your social care
your fair share
wasn’t actually spent on them
That the cash was splashed
or squirreled away
for gain on a rainy day
by a rich elite
in a tax-free retreat
That there is a magic money tree –
not in the yard of a tatty hotel
but in the grounds where their lordships dwell
stolen from you
and from them –
the ones you despise –
Maybe then will you realise.
