BROWN BRITAIN DAY By Nick Griffin

Brown Britain’s a place where the world can be found,
The scum of the earth come here, benefits-bound;
They get it all free while poor you and me pay –
And that is the meaning of Brown Britain Day.

They push drugs, plot mayhem, turn girls into whores
While the police fill in forms and cower safe indoors.
And the courts just slap wrists for knives, cleavers and axes,
The State will do nothing – except take our taxes.

In schools and in playgrounds the story’s the same –
The white kids, the English, are always to blame.
When a suicide bomber blows up on a bus
The finger of blame it gets pointed at us.

Our principal imports we once made ourselves,
Now foreign-made products pile high on the shelves.
But we’ve run out of money, though let us give thanks –
Brown took it all off us to prop up the Banks.
For financiers swim while old pensioners sink,
Ignored in a sea of freezing red ink.
The guilty get handouts, while families pay
And that is the meaning of Brown Britain Day.

Our principal exports are harder to say,
Though our jobs have been packaged and shipped to Bombay,
And steel mills and factories that once paid for our feast
Are dismantled and crated and shipped to the East.
So the natives escape to Australia or Spain
Unable to cope with the taxes or pain
Of losing their country and having to pay
And that is the meaning of Brown Britain Day.

The Day of St. George is an absolute ‘no’ –
It might offend Muslims, that Cross has to go.
The Day of Trafalgar won’t do – no great wrench,
For remembering Nelson might upset the French.
But one day in August won’t make us forget
That the people who pay all have not spoken yet,
And we’ll not be fooled by Brown Britain Day,
Rather work for the time when we flush it away!