Sunday, 15 January 2012

Behold my silent England

My England, a land of kings,
it's crown is there for the world to see,
a people most populous in a marriage of nations,
an identity lost through political degradation.
Behold the others with a voice strong to protect their cause and reason,
The largest of all, silent, silent with no protection, an act of treason,
upholding the others with coin and taxation,
No voice of our own to make our objections,
a Kingdom united is the most desirable force,
a kingdom now fractured, our cries go unheard.
As if through unproven crimes, to death our identity,
as St George slain the dragon, then to cut off his head,
our eccentricities in tatters, our dream put to bed,
We watch in horror as others preside over our issue,
This madness must end and federalism we must invoke,
for our kingdom to remain united, a parliament for St George and for King Arthur,
we must provoke.

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