Mankind from Khymor, Craiova, Brasnov,
Search for their paradise in England’s misty clime.
Porters, pickers, washer up cleaners,
trying to survive in uncertain times.
Curled asleep in corridors, hotel basements,
sending off their money to a distant shore.
The people of England rarely see their faces,
hiding in the kitchens, behind closed doors.
Nasty British racist with a Nazi tattooed forearm,
marching through the anger in his messed up head.
Insecure insensitive, danger combination,
loathing and hatred have been inbred.