When people are deposed, and rejected by a place that they never possessed, and taken away from homes, they’re moved around like nothing more than Amazon drones, flying over neighbourhoods. Looked upon like disgraced youth, there’s no place here for you, no place home, no place anywhere, you got no identity even if you’re full-grown or if you’re small, immaculate and irrelevant, there’s no way back home so just leave it alone, and take your chances somewhere down that road. I remember my Dad telling me that when he was a kid there was a Civil War, and in a cupboard he hid, when the army came storming in and murdered his brother in front of his very eyes. I don’t understand how he survived the damage that he saw. And then my Grandfather killed a man around the time of partition when some men came to the village to rape and murder children. The rape and murder of children. The rape and murder of children. The rape and murder of children: there ‘aint enough Daily Hate, cockroaches, drowned rats, sunk lifeboats, and rafts. But where are the women and children? Where are the women and children? There’s Muslamic rape gangs coming over here to pillage our women and children. It’s a concept hardened by plain fact – facts that there are cunts around every corner, there’s no dismissing that, but to say that it’s the fault of everyone just turns us back. Back to a future where there’s no comfort from teachers, especially if you can’t even trust who your kids are being sent to. And I watch the swampland crossings into lands that I have known, and I’m hearing people I’ve grown up with saying they should make that land their home, but then the world does nothing, and it gets beyond shocking, because the Muslim’s dead. The Muslim’s dead. In fact it makes them glad to think that they’re not even represented and that’s exactly what Islamic State practically presented as an option – it’s what that they were offering, and it’s what they’re seeing through, and it’s terrorists, not the people that you should be looking to. And the UN watches. And the UN watches. And the UN watches paralysed by indecision, and as soon as the EU does something, we like to cut ourselves off from it. So it doesn’t help that we’re complicit, complacent, explicit. We don’t give a fuck. Just let ‘em die. Just let ‘em die – just don’t bring em over here cos we got needs of our own. And we gotta feed our own. We got people in poverty, but poverty’s got its own relativity. But it doesn’t matter because those that matter don’t care if you never see real poverty when you live on the streets. Look at the state of the cities. I mean, look at the state of the cities! We got foodbanks cos families can’t even afford to eat. And I thought it was a joke. A sick joke made up by lazy people. Don’t let them go on benefits, don’t let them use the NHS. Don’t even fund those bodies enough, just keep focused on developing the wealth interest and gentrification and keeping the rich moving in from other countries, they’re OK : they bring values to our homes. They bring values to our homes.