For three days in the pouring rain I fought my way along roads packed with tourists, migrant workers and bogus asylum seekers, each babbling in their own tongues; many either taking jobs form the indigenous population or drawing benefits. All that was of value to me was London, but by the time I had reach home soaked to the skin, I knew everything was gone.
The summer sun is fading as the year grows old
And darker days are drawing near
The winter winds will be much colder
Now you're not here.
I watch the birds fly south across the autumn sky
And one by one they disappear
I wish that I was flying with them
Now you're not here.
Like the sun through the tres you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
Lies and spin leapt from every media output, the population deluded into believing what they were feed – and I was swept along with them, taxed to hell and without hope. Finally I knew I had to head westward, over the ocean was my only hope of survival – a plane out of England.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away
A gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes
As if to hide a lonely tear
My lift will be Forever Autumn
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
As I hastened though the City, Paddington and Heathrow, more and more people joined the painful exodus. Sad weary women, their children stumbling and streaked with tears, their men bitter and angry, the rich desperate for a shoulder rub and feeling like an outcast.
We saw CCTV cameras and police everywhere stopping people to see their papers. Coffee shops, ticket offices, one asked for my Identify when I went to the lavatory.
Never before in the history of the world has a mass of human beings moved and suffered together. This was no indiscipline stampede – there was order and a goal, 60% tax had forced the better provisioning of tax planning. It was the beginning of the rout of talent from London, of the massacre of the United Kingdom.
A vast crowd buffeted me towards the boarding gate of the airliner. I looked at all the people already on board, but then looked straight to the left and to my first class seat. At the sight of me the attendant showed me to my seat and asked if I wanted something to drink. At that very moment the door was closed and I caught a glimpse of some migrant airport worker as the plane pulled back and prepared to sweep me away from all that.
Like the sun through the trees you came to love me
Like a leaf on a breeze you blew away.
Through autumn's golden gown we used to kick our way
You always loved this time of year
Those fallen leaves lie undisturbed now
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
'cause you're not here
Update: Here is the original.