miércoles, 19 de enero de 2011

A POEM TO MY ENGLISH ROSE, MY DAUGHTER






O Helen in the pink

You know well that England made me

And I brought you to the park

Behind our council house

God, forgive my sins

And my mishaps

But I always remember that

England made me

It was the country of

Love amd compassion

And undestanding

Like a mother

Spain betrayed me

With his popes and his priests

And his bishops.

The double minded bastards

The jew and the bloody arab who is in me

Oh dear daughter always remember me

Oh Helen you are by the stem of the old oak tree

A vivid image pf freshenes youth anf purity

You had the sou of an artist

Flap your wings

And remember England made me