Had I been born Welsh,

I would be openly proud.

Good origin to have,

I could say it out loud.

And how proud I’d be

Had I been born a Scott.

The loveliest accent,

I’d like that a lot.

If from Northern Ireland,

I could say I’m Irish.

Nothing wrong with that,

I’d still get my wish.

The wish to be able

To name my country,

Where I was born,

My nationality.

I come from England,

So why can’t I say so?

I have to be British,

Not English, oh no!

Britain is four countries,

Unspecified which one,

Political correctness

Is simply no fun.

Imagine being German,

Austrian or Swiss,

Only to claim European

Citizenship.

What other government

Would ever dictate

To denounce your country

For fear of hate?

Are we the only nation

Not to hail its saints day?

I don’t know when it is,

Can anybody say?

I love many countries,

But my own must be dense,

This extreme paranoia

Not to cause offence…