Free the Black Country!
The proud people of the Black country are under attack!
Britain has decided they have had enough of our accents.
They think we give a bad impression.
They have the support of multinational Language schools and the mightiest educational curriculum’s in the world.
The ruling ORP party;
re-named over time :
The oppressed party
The repressed party.
The Orthodox, Received Pronunciation party!
They've forcibly evicted the original inhabitants of the Black country, and Solihull, Edgbaston and other suburbs and districts;
and re-settled them into the Holy city of Birmingham.
There's 1.7 million people squeezed into South, East and West Brum.
The conclave of Smethwick by the sea is now an isolated out-post, surrounded by mock-Tudor houses and neighbourhood watch militias.
All those who were born here, have been forced to return to live here, in the Ghettos.
There are fences and road blocks and restricted movement in and out of the Balsall Heath checkpoint.
The old trades have had to be learnt again. The foundries fired up again.
The old slag heaps dug again.
We had to create an economy within.
Trade routes are blocked.
The Flotilla from Ireland was bombed, the Bristol channel is blockaded.
They cleared Handsworth Wood today. The refugees flooded down the Lozells road.
The RP militias marched more Yam yams, from the peasant areas of Tipton and Dudley.
Sparkbrook is overcrowded, disease is rife.
Food is scarce. The Balti houses are few. Nan bread handed out to quees.
I heard the Southerners had Invaded our Allies the Scots.
Glasgow is now the most dangerous city in the world; run by clans and gangs and Militias of various accents.
Wales has been bombed.
Our Iron and Jewelry can't be sold outside anymore.
The coal reserves are dwindling.
Some food is getting in. The Geordies send a lot of humane aid. And the Scousers and Mancs always find a dodgy way through, bless um!
The kids have had enough.
Old differences have been put aside.
Baggie stands with Tatter; Blue nose next to Villain.
Our traditional supporters clubs let us down. Sold us down the cut.
They once stood for us all. Then signed a peace deal. And left the good folk of Selly Oak to the tanks and bulldozers.
As a protest.
We voted for the extreme fundamentalist Yam yams and the armed extremist Saddlers of Walsall.
We had had enough.
We had been let down to many times by old leaders.
Of course we don't agree with their politics. But they were at least prepared to fight, to the death.
The suicide Saddlers. On Scarp yard horses, riding into down town Brum. Saddles filled with explosives.
And it was all the weapons we had.
Fire a horse and saddle from a bouncy castle over the blockade.
They usually end up in the Reservoir, or Cannon hill park, and occasionally the Cricket stadium was hit, were sorry about that!
And sometimes they have hit innocent RP settlers out for a stroll.
But we are under occupation here!
There's a war guwing on in ower back yard.
What option do we have left?
The RPBBC, The language videos and tapes, and schools spout their vile RP propaganda.
While showing re-runs of Crossroads and Frank Skinner videos..
And all the while they show the damage a Saddle can do but not the bombs,
The tanks and Drones shooting our kids as they play football, reliving the past glories on old rec parks. In Blue and white, Old gold, Claret and Blue, and Blue. They said they were harboring the Black and Red extremist leaders of the Saddlers.
But as anyone who knows our culture knows, we are not Walsall fans, have never been Waslsall fans. They are few!
The food gets less, the medicine running out, the attacks more frequent.
The young men have had enough.
Many are trading in their tops for red ones!
And we voted for them and they are our government.
We had no one else to turn to!
And we, of course don't agree with their moral codes;
Replacing English dictionaries with dialect ones.
We have to wear red and black. And sing One step Beyond, daily!
And women are no longer allowed to watch games, chants songs, wear the tops.
But where else can we turn?
We will deal with those things later, for now we are at war!
They killed some children today, whilst they rehearsed their defensive tactics, Walsall style!
I fired a saddle in retaliation. Into the Bull ring. It may have only damaged the rag market and maybe a few innocent RP settlers, laughing at the box loads of cheap sweets may have been injured,
but we are being massacred here!
Shit, they are carpet bombing Kidderminster!
The Severn is a blaze.
Sparkhill is exploding!
Tanks and soldiers have entered the Smethwick Strip.
Our saddles are few!
Kids throw rocks and fire catapults. At tanks.
Resistance is, to be honest, Futile!
But fight we must, we fight for our freedom, our Grandads and our accents.
We fight for the right to speak freely, in full broad Brummie
In full Black country Yam yam!
The RP party of Britain are forcing their words onto us, occupying our estates and forcing us to submit to the culture of golf, and wine bars, and non smoking celebrity restaurants!
And basically waging genocide on the people of the Black country and Birmingham!
RP settlers out of New street now!
Long live the Grorty Dick resistance!
Freedom for the Black Country