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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the foggy isle of Britannia, many men have sought Out fortune and fame. But one man's legacy remains, as steadfast as the walls Of parliament, a single voice echos, thunders across historical Reference, and it's meaning sound is crystal clear, We shall Never surrender, it has become this man's epitaph, Behold the Prime Minster, Winston Churchill. A stout figure head of reason, during a time Of global madness, lighting the fuse of justice, On an international stage. Awakening the old sleeping lions fury, it's roars sounding, Crashed as a tidal wave, against the walls of ignorance’s Injustice. The British cannon's announced their coming, these Fighters champion for freedom, and liberty, we will Fight them by land or sea, and emerge victorious, This elder gentleman so did speak. Harken young soldiers of the brave heart, our time is at hand, Shall we not shake the fists of anger's vengeance at them. For those whom hide beneath a blood stained flag, A symbolic sign of purity, behold a nation's lie is exposed. A stout figure head of reason, during a time Of global madness, lighting the fuse of justice, On an international stage. Awakening the old sleeping lions fury, it's roars sounding, Crashed as a tidal wave, against the walls of ignorance’s Injustice. The British cannon's announced their coming, these Fighters champions for freedom, and liberty, we will Fight them by land or sea, and emerge victorious, This elder gentleman so did speak. Harken young soldiers of the brave heart, our time is at hand, Shall we not shake the fists of anger's vengeance at them, Those hiding beneath a blood stained flag symbol of purity. Hell's storm broke lose upon the distant land, It's dark shroud blanket, relieved cruelties ugly offenses Against humanity. Did thus the world mourn their lost kindred, and the lion Fell asleep once more, after shaking it's golden main free from, The feathers of war. In the annals of history, an old man sits beside a large lion, Petting him until it rests at calms ease, lighting up a cigar, Winston Churchill’s vision will not completely fade away, For his words ring eternal, we shall never surrender. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
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