These streets belong to us.
we strolled them with our newborn as the snow fell.
And there, we walked in the cool summer evenings
watched our neighbours and wished them well.
That park; we drank in the open air
as the play and the sun both wound down
We’ve staggered and sung on late-night returns
We awarded ourselves our very own crown.
No bunting here, no blocked-off street
While one class plunders one struggles to eat,
My knee bends not to those who insist
who drive us down from their place on the list
We own this land, though we don’t rule.
We always have, we don’t need you.
A dogged echo, what are you for?
parades and flags, and a bar to the door.