The Challenge on this week's "Seasons of the Uklulele" on the Ukulele Underground Forum, is to do a song from a point of view that is distant from your own. This is what I produced as a response.
Back in 1972, thousands of Indians who had made their home in Uganda (often several generations earlier) were forced to leave because of the policies of the insane Ugandan President, Idi Amin.
Thanks to a deal done at the time of African independence, many of these people had kept their British nationality (their birthright from the days of Empire) and so were entitled to come to Britain.
It was a humanitarian crisis, but the gutter press in Britain had a field day stirring up fears about these people (as they periodically do about whatever "flood" or "plague" of asylum seekers are currently in the news).
As a recently returned expatriat from Africa myself at the time, I was shocked at the anti-immigrant rants in the press and on TV.
I have continued to be appalled at how little solidarity a certain sector of British society show towards those who are forced to flee their homelands. However, things looked like they were improving as the new millennium dawned. But then the 2008 crisis and later the hysteria whipped up about immigration as a lever to swing the Brexit vote have legitimised attitudes and behaviour among the prejudiced to new heights.
This song is my little homage to those who came to the UK and have made major contributions to it, whether as health staff, entrepreneurs, sporting personalities, or just ordinary workers or owners of the local corner shop.
(G) Every cloud they (D) say (A) has a silver (D) lining.
(G) When I was (D) young, I be(A)lieved that to be true.
But (G) now I'm getting (D) on
Such (A) wisdom seems almost (D) worthless
My (G) solid optim(D)ism
Has be(A)come somewhat see(D)-through.
(A) The "Home Country" was not the place
That my (D) father thought.
Re(Bm)sented as (D) "Pakis"
Kids (A) laughed at how we dressed.
But the winter cold gave way to a (D) florid spring
(Bm) And our father's new (F#m) venture
Was a (A) roaring success.
(A) Things improved - when I made the (D) cricket team
(Bm) County (D) Champions. I had (A) Essex at my feet
Picked for England, I could not have been (D) happier.
(Bm) Gone were the (F#m) insults
I met (A) smiles in the street.
(F#m) All that changed when I was (Bm) fifty
After (F#m) referendum (Bm) night
"Go (F#m) home, you bleeding (Bm) Pakis!"
Was (D) on our door by first (G) li- (D) gh (E)-t
(A) Now it's almost as bad, as when (D) we first came
But it (Bm) isn't just the (D) Asians
It's the (A) Poles and it's the Jews.
I'd get out if I had anywhere (D) else to go to.
But my (Bm) home has been (F#m) England, since (A) 1972.