The Nationality Wall

Behind The Wall is a land unknown,

It's watchers peer, how green-eyed they are.

Through the cracks and dentures hides a passage of culture

that has not yet been foretold:

Flashes of blue, the nature of our neptune,

Glimpses of red, the absorption of our atoms,

Glistens of white, the purity of our souls.

But a painted facade of tea dunks and beer brunch

Covers the cracks of a patriotic Britain,

Where the hateful vengeance and ignorance thrives

off impure bloodlines and narratives of despair:

Screams of suffering, can they not hear?

Complies on capacity, formed by communities of hostility,

Let the green-eyed watchers slide their backs down The Wall.