In the green, in the green.
These days, modern nationalism
Inward looking and self obsessed
Breeds like rabbits amongst us.
Planting hate like incendiary carrots.
With timers set to go off in our pockets.
Exploding from the very screens
Of our phones, when we are home, alone.
Young or old we get the scolding
Of what we should or should not be doing.
It holds our attention
Not to mention the attention of others.
It attempts to smother
Our sense of individual freedom.
In a season with no winners or losers
We choose to be slaves to the mobile.
Willingly we chain ourselves to it.
Nationalism has always had the potential
To spread hate like covid.
Ready to destroy the lungs of free speech
Through fear of the other.
And like the spear that pierced
The side of Jesu on the cross
It will attempt to boss you around.
Cut you with its sharp tongue.
Kick you and punch you to the ground.
I saw enough of that moronic stuff
Growing up in Belfast in the 1970s.
Why would enyone want that now?
God and holy cow with chips!
Why should we be whipped up
Into a frenzy about migration?
When the roots of everyone
Everyone in this modern nation
Reveals the blood of a migrant.
How do you like them apples?
You gun totin’ hippocrites.
Can’t you see the truth
When it reflects upon you
From all your cracked mirrors.
Tinged with green and self pity.
It’s a shitty auld thing you all do
From the safety of your sofas
And hot coaco.
Mobile phone warrior’s.
Ah now, the horrors of your minds now.
You loveable rogues.
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Dangerous Banana . . .
A northern Irish artist
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