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Britannia Poems - Poems about Britannia


Premium Member 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
Premium Member 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
Premium Member 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

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