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Collect my thoughts and scatter them,
With wild and unleashed abandon.
Close your eyes and embrace the dark,
See many a thought at random.

Picture green lush countryside,
Try to imagine autumn’s hue.
From sun shine to a rainy day,
From cloudy skies to blue.

Where waterfalls run their path,
Through fields with trees of gold.
Ponies graze contentedly,
They grace our land of old.

From village church where clock's chime,
To sheep grazing upon lush countryside.
The busy bustling London streets,
Breathtaking mountains that many climb.

Alas fading now is this beauty,
Whilst passing into the new.
New laws are made each passing day,
Regardless of our point of view.

Our backs are lashed with costly whips,
The more we work, the more we pay.
Baring the scars for listening,
To the spineless deciders of today.

Remember once beauty our land didst hold,
To all hearts dear and true.
Its sinking into fears dark depths,
And there’s nothing we can do.

Forgetting are we of what makes sense,
Of who we are and what is right.
Where freedom of choice is gradually wiped out,
Our identity torn asunder, loosing sight.

We’ve welcomed in so many,
We’re splitting at the seams.
Conformed to foreign laws,
And changed our ways it seems.

To sit back and see our leaders,
Turn us into something that we’re not.
It’s sad to see what makes us who we are,
Turn into something so easily forgot.

Were once our rights took precedence,
Now cast aside to form a queue.
How sad the fear that motivates,
Those who decide, and who pays..Me and you!

And what of us insignificants?
The workers who pay for their clothes. 
Who feed them and keep their wallets fat,
Who down the river they have sold?

And at night when dreams come to them,
Never will they have the privilege to view..
A picturesque proud and calm country,
Stolen from all of us, because we let you!

Oh once great nation, so proud and true,
Once we were united.
Through draining choice we have lost sight
Not believing, forgetting what right is.

We still have belief in our lands beauty,
We have deep rooted loyalty inside.
To see plainly and clearly see what is right,
So our identity and Britain can survive.

©.L.Kelly
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