"England's not the mythical land / of Madame George and roses / it's the home of police / who kill black boys on mopeds"
~ Sinead O'Connor
The lure of the Emerald Isle.
Enchanted me to stay and work for a while.
Among the green hills I toiled with a smile.
Yet back in Canada I was on trial.
For what I did not know yet.
"Only spend money if you can win a bet."
Opened the mail and a social security card I met.
That urged my innocent mind to get on a jet.
Arriving at heathrow airport I heard the word "stop".
Interrogated for 3 hours, happy I was not.
Luckily my plane was about to take off.
Me, delighted, quickly left the old rock.
As it happened, it was not meant to be.
Shortly thereafter I moved o'er the sea.
It was there I met a lovely sweetie.
Who nurtured this man into a better me.
~ Austin Partridge, in a rare poetic mood :)