This is a poem about how we are losing our national culture and identity.
It is about how globalisation has created a global Consumer Fascist society where Believe, Obey, Consume are the slogans of our corporate fascist masters.
We are slaves, in a nation of whores.
I am a stranger in my own land.
Are You Happy Now ?
Are you happy now,
With your Starbucks and Wal-Mart,
Your shiny plastic culture,
Your credit cards and baubles,
With conformity imposed,
With your lives of consumer slavery,
Believe, Obey, Consume,
Is the mantra of your only religion,
Worshipped in the malls,
And out of town shopping centres.
Look at you all,
Like ants on a death march,
Clutching your commodities,
As though life itself,
Were nothing,
But a craze to consume.
I despise you all,
Your lickspittle lives,
Of obedience to lies,
For you wear your chains with pride,
As a slave opens its legs wide,
And invites the rape,
From any master who wields the whip.
This is not Britain anymore,
This is another America,
Just a pathetic whore,
I saw Liberty being sick in the gutter,
Staggering drunk in the town centre,
Yet you call this prostitution progress,
And genuflect to greed,
Craving the poison of Coca Cola Culture,
Is the epitome of all you desire,
You watch Friends on HD TV,
But all your neighbours are strangers.
I watched Woolworth’s close down,
Another cut amongst thousands,
The slow death of our nation,
The slow death of our culture,
Is this freedom,
The freedom to spend,
Or is this simply the beginning,
Of the end ?
This is not Britain anymore,
This is Babylon,
The haunt of the whore,
A Golden Calf is your king,
And you offer your country to it,
Blindly you obey,
Whoever will pay.
Are you happy now,
Now that we are all strangers,
In our own land,
Is this the freedom your fathers died for,
The freedom to be a slave,
The freedom to buy and sell,
Your body and soul,
As trinkets in a free market,
For shiny pennies of gold.
