POLITICAL ASYLUM
©Trev Teasdel January 1981 Middlesbrough
I woke up early to a thud on the door
Two burly men with a smile on jaw
“What do you want?”
“We want you,
Your stay in this country is through through through”
“We’re the deportation squad. the deportation squad.”
I can’t go back to my country of origin
Chances of survival are not even thin
They’ll do me in,
In, in, in
Must be something you can do do do
“We’re the deportation squad, the deportation squad.”
Bridge
Help me – help me – I need asylum
Help me – help me – Political Asylum
Your permit ran out a month ago
To you the country’s door we must show
Nothing we can do
Even if we wanted to
Your stay in this country is through, through through
“We’re the deportation squad, the deportation squad“
Now you better come with us
Save some energy, cut out the fuss
We love blacks
In our cells
Cos we can give them hell hell hell
“We’re the deportation squad, the deportation squad.”
Bridge……
My friendship with the dictator’s nil
My politics they make him ill
You must’ve heard
He only knows one word
And that word is “kill kill kill“
“We’re the execution squad, the execution squad.”
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I worked with an African guy from Malawi. He was the nicest, most trustworthy and intelligent guy at the firm.he was over int he UK to do a degree in Electrical technology. When it came time to return,he applied for Political Asylum as his parents had be arrested and tortured by the dictator for being part of the Malawi Labour Party. Naturally he was afraid to return and suffer the same fate. the decision was delayed.One day the police arrived at his home and arrested him.He spent a year in jail with racist bullies who gave him such a bad time. I had left Coventry by then and on my return met him in The wedge Cafe.he was a shadow of himself, Looking down at his feet, no confidence.They had released him and granted him political Asylum but only after he had been imprisioned and beaten up. Exactly the reason he didn’t want to return to his own country.He told me his story and I was mad angry and wrote this song for him.
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I worked with an African guy from Malawi. He was the nicest, most trustworthy and intelligent guy at the firm.he was over int he UK to do a degree in Electrical technology. When it came time to return,he applied for Political Asylum as his parents had be arrested and tortured by the dictator for being part of the Malawi Labour Party. Naturally he was afraid to return and suffer the same fate. the decision was delayed.One day the police arrived at his home and arrested him.He spent a year in jail with racist bullies who gave him such a bad time. I had left Coventry by then and on my return met him in The wedge Cafe.he was a shadow of himself, Looking down at his feet, no confidence.They had released him and granted him political Asylum but only after he had been imprisioned and beaten up. Exactly the reason he didn’t want to return to his own country.He told me his story and I was mad angry and wrote this song for him.
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