Not One But Four

Who are the British, do they exist, these nationals of her Britannic majesty so often shortened to ‘ Brit’. Seventy score 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