The country I come from the place I call home <br />Traditions past down since the dawn of time <br />Fading deep into the black jaws of history <br />The pride we hold dear, close to our hearts <br />We are force to shamefully hide away <br />The ever increasing religions <br />That’s swept onto England’s shore <br />Cause our beliefs to be pushed to the back <br />Crosses, Christmas, <br />Why should we change our beliefs? <br />In our own country <br />For alien guests <br /> <br />When I imprint my footsteps <br />Upon rich foreign soil <br /> I respect<br /><br />nicola burkett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/respect-6/
