24 June 2016
I reject you, my country.
You who used to be my country, I divorce you.
You have become mean and full of hate
You look over your shoulder for immigrants
And complain even where there are none.
You have no vision for the world
You have no love for the world
No knowledge of other worlds
Resentment is your life.
Don’t worry. I’ll still pay my taxes and vote.
We have a business arrangement. In return
You care for me disdainfully if I’m ill
You send a policeman if I’m burgled
And sometimes clean the street. There’s no need
To revise the social contract. But you are not mine.
I know you.