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I thought it was bad enough
when you took your people’s guns,
leaving them unable to defend
themselves or anyone,
making them incapable of
resisting evil’s sway,
leaving them adrift and helpless,
it is the tyrant’s way.
But now I see it’s even worse,
you suppress their free speech,
worried about words ‘hateful,’
so you turn to tyranny?
Wont even let folks in Britain
with right-of-center words,
tet Islamists have the run of it,
even with speech that burns.
Maybe you should sink, Britannia,
just sink beneath the waves,
’cause at the rate you’re going,
you’ll soon enough be slaves.

At Rotherham and Telford,
and a half-dozen more,
you turned your backs on monsters
treating daughters like whores,
ignored their degradation,
wouldn’t even take the case
more concerned with the word ‘racist,’
then women being raped??!!
You lock up folks for online
jokes done with a dog,
but genital mutilation
goes on in London’s fog.
Is this the same nation
that had ‘Rights of Englishmen,’
that ancient love of liberty
you spread to all your kin?
Perhaps you should sink, Britannia,
just sink beneath the waves,
’cause at the rate you’re going,
you’ll soon enough be slaves.

The nation of Shakespeare, Dickens;
they showed us how it’s done.
Chaucer, Elliot, and Thackery,
Shelley and Tennyson,
you once gave us Lord Blackstone,
a love for rule-of-law,
you faced down Napoleon
pried Europe from his claws,
held the line against the Nazis,
when all others had fell,
the full list of accomplishments
one voice could never tell.
Yet you throw away all of that,
toss aside geat glories,
just so you can get onboard
with the evil of P.C.?
So sink, sink Britannia,
just sink beneath the waves,
’cause a quick death is better
then living on as slaves.

(Satirically modeled after the famous poem 'Rule, Britannia' by James Thomson.)
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