by Nick Gisburne
His values and traditions are in doubt
Determined voices join to curse his name
His neighbours, friends, once loyal, want him out
They tarnish him with blasphemy and blame
He will not yield to bigotry, not yet
His culture is a blazing badge of pride
Regarded as a problem, or a threat
They challenge him to disappear, or hide
And this is what he faces, every day
No rational reflection or debate
A wall of angst and anger, grim and grey
Resentment, panic, jealousy and hate
They tell him that his kind do not belong
But every spiteful one of them is wrong
