It was us what won it.

It is rising within me; a mixture of puke, pride and a passionate shame…I’m taking the piss out of racists, bigots and ignorant fans of an irrelevant game because although they cried when their player scored they can’t be arsed to pronounce their hero’s name!
Still it rises and I’ve no one to blame for being frightened to extinguish the flame of connection, protection of being…the same.
It rises ‘like’ pride. I ‘encounter’ feeling proud but it comes without joy and I’m not that sort of boy. When I’m happy I’m loud, not modest, I don’t hide my pride under a bushel or an anonymous shroud. I float, I hover, I’m the dude in the cloud (by my family this kind of behaviour is rarely allowed).
Yet this rising is a division, a false flag, a reason to hate and some people are taking the bait, hook, line and sinker and thinking it is great.
They’re eating it up. They’re the first out of the gate.
They’ve been given reasons on a nationalistic plate to believe that ‘we’re better than you’ is a permanent state.
I want to join in and I have but do you know what? No more mate because with ‘we’ comes ‘them’ and ‘they’ becomes ‘us’ and I don’t belong.
I was born here don’t get me wrong, my roots are here and some of them strong…not mediaeval but centuries long. I’m a man of this land, born in London, in Bow…BONG!
To be violent over a game, over a loss or a win seems to me to be the ultimate sin (if there is such a thing) yet that is what they make us sing.
’they’
How does it become us?
Is it the writing on the side of a bus?
Is it because you prefer fellatio to cunnilingus?
Does it happen within the syllabus?
How does it fester, this fluid, unprovable, magical us?
Those who control what we see, control you and me.
What is ‘allowed’ by them is easy to see, it is rammed down our eyes via every T.V. & in newspapers that are given out free with an advertisement cover screaming with glee: THIS IS WHAT YOU WANT! TRUST ME!
The hypnosis happened when we were as young as…three. That’s why we rarely feel free, via lies, distractions and mental abuses, they control ‘us’ while we have our uses but if we realise the blatant misuses of power & privilege and together say “Stop!” and allow no excuses…we are dazzled, dragged along on a wave and we are told
“It is right for us to stand together in this fight. Don’t believe the others. They are dark, we are light. Forget the greed, focus your sight on them, they are causing your plight, those others aren’t doing it right…THEM…them…not us in control…”
It is when I hear ‘them’ say ‘that’ that something touches my soul, closes my heart to false pride and makes love my goal.