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A Sad Lament for England

Oh tell me where has England's glory gone,
Lost golden days of beef and lukewarm beer?
Now it's polenta in a gastro-pub,
Chilean Chardonnay, Tequila Slammers.

Her Empire proudly pink on schoolroom maps;
India, Afric, source of plundered loot galore.
All gone, all gone, black faces back in charge
And black drug pushers stalk old London's streets.

Fat huntsmen dressed in pink, all banished now,
Their yelping foxhounds ripping prey apart,
Celebrating sick English country ways
Before returning to their mortgaged homes.

City yobbos yelling down their mobiles,
Fatcats slurping up their creamy profits;
All the public cares about is football
And the sex lives of the media's darlings.

So where has England's honour gone today?
Up the American military anus,
Our government showing its smug disdain
For what decent people care and think.

We've sold out to baseball caps and burgers,
TV shows for the mentally retarded,
A tourist attraction for rich yanks
To drawl "Gee whizz honey, ain't that, like, cute?"

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Thank you for your kind comments. At least Britain can be proud of inventing concentration camps and the internet. Although in both cases we allowed other nations to develop them fully...

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Edna
Poet(ess) to the Stars

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...at least you still have Arizona - however with the alarming rise in Covid-19 in that state thanks to the authorities' incompetence, who know what may happen?

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Edna
Poet(ess) to the Stars

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