Found this on Facebook
a poem for nigel farage, who moans about multi-culturalism
when he has a really lovely life because of multi-culturalism
and that's ok, but he needs to stop pretending that he doesn't
love his multi-cultured life because he really, really does
nigel, your first wife was irish, your second wife was german,
and still you complain about multi-culturalism
you have four children, how wonderful; dual passports, bilingual,
and still you complain about multiculturalism
you worked between england and the european parliament,
drank coffee in the eurostar, belgian beer and caviar
your political party is funded heavily from donors outside britain
and still, you complain about multiculturalism
you complain and you complain and you complain a little more
you make loads of people scared about people from abroad
you say let's get our country back, one country one culture
when every tradition that we have here is a mixture
christmas trees - german. mulled wine - roman
christmas - middle eastern. easter - pagan
english - germanic and latin. mathematics - arabic
chicken tikka masala, a pakistani - glaswegian
your tea every single morning is multi-culture in a mug
that teabag is an immigrant whether you like it or not
and look how well it gets on with all that local water
boiled in an immigrant kettle, add milk if you want to
and now we call it english breakfast tea like it's ours,
normal, our tradition, our culture, because it is,
english, blended, always has been, migration,
moving, "trade routes, stolen, workers, tea leaves...tea
but there's a street in london, where you hardly hear english!"
of course there is, nigel. england colonised countries, loads,
was a thief and a villain, invaded, forced the language on children
stole resources, stole labour, bloodshed, then begged them
'come to england, fight wars, fill gaps in the labour force'
and they came here and they fought and they died and they worked
beside working class men and working class women
as all the poorest children choked up richer mansion's chimneys
also, nigel, london is an international city,
and every prosperous city speaks a multitude of languages.
every office in singapore, every street in lagos,
in geneva, in paris, in shenzhen, in munich
and of course, in every country,
there will be some who cannot speak the patter
of the country they have moved to
it takes a while to learn a language
it's not easy, remember
all those text books and grammar
my friend's parents have lived in spain for twenty-five years
and they still struggle with their spanish
it would be better, i agree, if everyone spoke english here
but if you take away the funding for the lessons, the youth clubs,
if you take away the centres where communities can meet,
make everyone suspicious of every foreign accent
nigel, stop speaking if all you do is moan or lie
there was never one culture on this beautiful island
never one religion, one language, one tradition
we've had more gods on these shores than i've had treacle puddings
amongst the beauty of the lakes, the fields and the mountains,
celtic pagans, anglo-saxons, vikings, romans, christians,
catholics and protestants, puritans and atheists,
stop pretending there's some past here where no-one was an immigrant
you have such a great life and this is such a cool country,
all the music, all the puddings, all the nurses, all the builders,
all the sauces, all the humour, all the festivals and fetes,
all the goodness you could glory in if you admitted what you are -
you're multicultural, nigel and you know it
and you're also very lucky
to have prospered from such a multi-cultural home
and still, all you do is moan.