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Citizen Gee

If my street were my nation, would it’s laws be written in…
A way we can understand, so we can shake our neighbour’s hands,
United so we can,
Cease to fight our fellow man,

If my nation was my borough, would it’s focus be thorough?
And how would we view others who we don’t see as brothers?
Or should I claim my city?
Amidst the grime and the gritty…
Concrete streets, could I seek to find that which uplifts me?

What about my country? Is that where my love lies?
I have a history here, which racists can’t deny,
But can competition be confined to a football field?
Or do graveyards have to be filled with patriotic zeal?

So, is my nation my colour?
Does that link me to another?
Who shares the same struggle as sisters and brothers,
But, who then belongs? And who’s confined with the others?
Do we separate grades and shades to determine who suffers?

You see we all seem to want to, belong…..and just
Join something that’s strong, to prolong in us,
Hmmmm….I need a group…..one to identify with….see?
A flag to wave long and let it fly free,
A team to cheer on, that I feel defines me,
Whether it’s right or it’s wrong, it dignifies me,

But the group can’t be too big, or too diverse,
I want to feel I’m elite, not common and cursed!
‘Cos my group is the best group, “No-one can test” group
If you’re North, then I’m South, if you’re East, then I’m West group!

It’s difficult to accept that we’re just apart of this great human race.
That’s why we cling to our divisions and exhibit our hate,
But maybe one day we’ll listen to the wise men who say,
We don’t own the earth, the earth owns us,
And we’re here on a temporary stay!


By Mr. Gee

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