They laughingly know it as: “Mowing the Lawn”,

that callously racist colonial project,

in the name of the land in which I was born,

British values, you call them? well I’ve pressed “reject”!

for too long, being murdered and beaten, Palestinians

now rise to proclaim: “No More of the Nakba”,

so, shame on your silence, their freedom’s my freedom,

it’s my fight ‘til I’m called to the great ever-after.

 

Mr Larkin, mum and dad, they won’t fuck me up,

but the chap who just quoted you, he surely will,

his bombs on maternity mean we’re out of luck,

my mummy didn’t just 'die', she and I have been killed.

You’ll be thrilled, Mr Larkin, Paki-bashing’s still in fashion,

our Prime Minister so needs to make an impression.