Poem by Nicky Vere-Compton
The actor playing Dr Who In Series 8 of the reboot, Is undercover at a school, Posing as a caretaker – The school caretaker! He walks into the staff room, And says, “My name's John Smith, But most people call me, the Doctor.” And watching him at home, I think, He doesn't seek to hide or mask The fact that he's an alien. He doesn't bow his head and ask Permission to be alien. He ties his colours to the mast - The colours of the alien! He has the freedom and the pain Of knowing he's an alien. He has to save the world again, While all the time an alien. And members of the human race Don't want to know the alien. They do not want to see his face, Because his face is alien. They want the world to spin around, But do not want the alien Who stops the world from crashing down, To tell them he's an alien. Cos alien is different And alien is weird. It's uncanny and it's other And it's something to be feared. An alien is very strange, And he's the one who has to change. They do not want his flapping hands. That's something he should understand. They do not want his crazy talk, They hate his clothes, despise his walk. They don't see him as 'one of us' And that's enough to make a fuss. He's everything that 'doesn't do'. He will not get that interview. The Doctor is indifferent. The Doctor doesn't mind. The Doctor's here to save the world. The Doctor's very kind. He walks into the staff room, And says, “My name's John Smith, But most people call me, the Doctor.” And watching him at home, the kids, The ones who know they're alien, Take comfort from the Doctor's bliss And pride at being alien. He tells them never hide or mask The fact that you are alien. Don't ever bow your head and ask Permission to be alien. Just tie your colours to the mast - The colours of the alien! Take pride in being different. Take pride in being weird. And know the names they stick on you, Are nothing to be feared. Take pride when others think you're strange. You're not the ones who have to change. Take pride in having flapping hands. Don't wait for fools to understand. Accentuate your crazy talk, Enjoy your clothes, and walk your walk. Don't get hung up by 'one of us.' Just make detractors furious. Be everything that 'doesn't do,' And when you're at that interview, Remember that the world belongs To ones who know we're alien. We write the words and sing the songs That tell the world of alien. We do not seek to hide or mask The fact that we are alien. We do not bow our heads and ask Permission to be alien. We tie our colours to the mast - The colours of the alien! And members of the human race Will slowly learn of alien. We're in no mood to hide our face. We love the face of alien. We want the world to spin around - A world that's full of alien. Who stops the world from crashing down? We answer, it's the alien! The Doctor is indifferent. The Doctor doesn't mind. The Doctor's here to save the world. The Doctor's very kind. And when we recognise ourselves, The Doctor’s who we find.
Autistic Village 