Looking on from some foreign country, it probably looks like we here in the UK are making a pretty good job of holding onto our culture. The trooping of the colour, Black Rod opening parliament, The Edinburgh Tattoo, even fox hunting is refusing to die. All the latter though aren’t where true culture lies, true culture lies in the common people, they are the backbone of any nation. “Am from Yorksher tha no’s an glad on it” Or, “I am from Yorkshire you know, and happy to be so” It’s just the same old same old, the rich keep hold of what’s their’s and no one else matters.

Patriotism

Am I patriotic? Yes, am I racist? no!
But I am beginning to wonder where our culture will go
The first invasion it began NOT with men in boats
But with tv and cinema earning US dollar notes

An invasion by stealth, to create American wealth
Not only with language but with cigarettes ruining our health
Monkey see, monkey do, that is mankind’s weakness
It is this copying culture that is robbing us of our uniqueness

Our language now is foreign to me full of Americanisms
Where once was quaint dialect now foul language and mannerisms
“Can I get a coffee?” “Like” and “OMG”
Any culture can only absorb so much so it seems to me

Is this where we’re heading, no more individuality?
A little patch of colour hear and there adds to the rich tapestry
But this bleaching of our nation, this diluting of our race
This is not my culture, this is not my place

All words Meadowhead Bard.