When first I came to London town
They said I did not fit
My accent was too foreign
And I had no English wit.
My ancestors were Viking folk
Celts and Saxons too
And possibly I’m Roman
And possibly you are too.
Why the wish to classify
To control and to divide?
A lot of insecurity
A handful of false pride.
If England is divided
We need an enemy
.Who shall be the enemy?
Is it either you or me?
Democracy can break and bend
Democracy can fall.
Perhaps we were all misled
By the Berlin wall.
Hidden in defences now
We cannot see too well.
We see the shadows flickering
The cave’s a prison cell.
Blinded by anxiety
By insecurity
Let’s take off our eye masks now
To see what we should see.
How my heart sings 
I enjoyed this poem so much. I hope England is kinder to you now.
I still feel like a foreigner and I have found foreigners here in London are very kind to me.I had not thought about it but I do feel alien here yet after 40 plus years don’t wish to leave.