The punches come swift; the punches come tough,

It begs the question, why weren’t you enough.

We aren’t the nation we used to be,

We’re small, we’re weak, we’re surrounded by sea.

We close our borders as if we know best,

Your culture, your influence, give it a rest.

The punches do hurt now, we’re all black and blue.

We’re yet to realise, we’re nothing without you.

We’re bruised and alone, it’s all our own making.

Our future used to be ours for the taking.

We used to be full of dreams and thoughts,

Now we’re recognised by our bruised passports.