by | Nov 7, 2016 | Poetry | 0 comments

England my England is going

England of my father’s has gone

England of tomorrow is blowing

In like a darkening storm

The tide of the century is turning

As it turned in centuries before

But this time sadly I’m learning

It is turning as never before

England my England is falling

Sinking slowly down to her knees

Listen, listen, she’s calling

Why don’t we answer her pleas?

England my England, my island

My fortress, my haven, my home

England this England is my land

My allegiance is steadfast in stone


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