Britannia Rule
As an Englishman's home
is his castle,
I abide in my own abode
part and parcel,
but as I'm always being told,
by the trouble and strife
(Cockney for 'wife'),
how to behave
in my own house,
whenever the rules I waive,
I must ask, I have to say,
"Why am I not Lord
of all that which I survey?"
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Categories:
britannia, england, home, how i
Form: Rhyme
Cruel Britannia
Look at your children.
Look at their dreams.
Look at their lives.
Look at your country.
Look at your people.
Look at your leaders.
Look at your children.
Look past your own mind.
Look at their future…
Corruption and lies.
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Categories:
britannia, abuse, anxiety, children, corruption,
Form: Free verse
Britannia Waives the Rules
The British can not sip their tea
Where tea cups are no longer free
So Bojo proposes
Before a shop closes
Try bra cups temporarily
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Categories:
britannia, england, humor,
Form: Limerick
Sink Britannia
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
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Categories:
britannia, anger, corruption, discrimination, england,
Form: Rhyme
Eu'Rage, Britannia Stage
Introduction.. An excerpt from a speech by Mr Keith Campbell 1969, On the need of a referendum on joining the 'common market' the people are discussing it up and down
the land every day, they want the opportunity to express their views. If they are deprived of that opportunity they will resent the fact.
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Categories:
britannia, growing up,
Form: Rhyme
Lost In Britannia
Darkness clings now to war's bloody field today
Leaving haunting moans crackling from shattered bone
A stench still hangs from the human decay
And cries are heard rumbling, in a field of stone
A Legion fought with an oath they swore
The Gauls with angry painted faces, all the same
As they stepped on the dead of those they deplore
No questions
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Categories:
britannia, war,
Form: Rhyme
Punk Britannia
Punk Britannia, Britannia rules the waves,
England never never never will be slaves
To the master of the medioicre and mundane
Who rehashes the same ideas again and again...
Oh, wait.
I think it's too late.
The carcass of an exciting, original culture
Is pulled apart by the Syco vulture,
Eager for a further empire expansion,
Perhaps a new wing for the country mansion...
Who
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Categories:
britannia, music, satire, social,
Form: Free verse