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repost reminder to celebrate freedom from the undemocratic fatally flawd EU on Jan 1 2021
Free Again Part 3
NOT ONE BUT FOUR
Who are the British, do they exist,
these nationals of her Britannic majesty
so often shortened to ‘ Brit’.
Eighty years, and more
I’ ve walked this shore but ‘Brit’
I see not, here, where I, sit.
A kingdom united, yes that
rings a bell, but, am I
a ‘Brit’; No, No, do let me tell
of Four Kingdoms, as one, England
Scotland, Ireland and Wales. This
quartet, the crux of my tale.
Many things each maybe, ..but never
a ‘Brit’. We are Scot, Irish, Welsh
or English..now do you see ?
Each nation, unique and distinct,
language reinforces my point, as in
English, not British, this poem I ink
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2012
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