by | May 21, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

These mutterings from the old and bold brigade
Whence young and fit,
Were the lions of England, who roared
And didst defend this mighty country’s shores
Through their bravery and their deeds

Are these then the same men
Who now old, cackle and wail
Pointing the finger of suspicion
Because of Faith
Or the colour of your skin

Tis not the colour
Nor the belief
But Evil
Whose subtle preaching’s
Give us cause to fear.

You’re England?
Nay, say I and others
Our country
Our people
Our God


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